Ninja Tattoo Novels & Stories

She blinked and met his innocent eyes, waiting patiently for a genuine reply. “To be sincere, it does seem disturbing a little bit, but I think it's also a cool tattoo, why don't you show it off sometime”. She replied with a smile. “Never!” “Is it just on the arm, right?” She asked. “No… I have on my arms then my whole back covered, it's stupid how could I have done that to my skin! It gives people wrong impressions about me in the changing room”. He said in annoyance. Hinata swallowed tightly.

As long as we weren't triggering any hormones then we were fine. "When did you do this tattoo and what does it mean? I've been wanting to ask you but I forget everytime" Anushka asked after a moment of silence as she ran her finger down my arm, tracing up my tart "I got that when I was eighteen and it is actually a tribal tattoo for the McKenzie clan..Every McKenzie have this ,both men and women just in different parts of the body.."I continued to explain"Men mostly do it on their shoulder down their arm and chest just like mine and women in their lower arm down to the hand"

Jericho smiles warmly, “Coffee would be great. Darling, would you like a cup?” “Yes, please.” Gina grins. It was at this point when I notice something different about her neck. Gina is sporting a fresh mark at the crook of her neck that looks like a scar that has been tattooed over. It’s all black and has kind of a tribal feel. It has imagery depicting a full moon with claw marks on either side circled by a large bite mark that wraps from the front of her shoulder to the back.

Weird. He rarely sends messages, let alone attachments. Probably a mistake, I thought until I opened it. It wasn’t a mistake. A full HD picture of the nymph tattoo above his groin filled my screen. The image was still loading, but I didn’t rush. My gaze lingered on the tattoo, it looked healed now, perfect, meant for my eyes only. “Nymph,” in red italics, a small peach beside it. I zoomed in, ignoring the rest of the class, every nerve in my body lighting up. Then I scrolled lower.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

“It’s okay. Don’t explain anymore. Just… can I beg you something?” Kai tilted his head, wary. “What is it?” “I need you to agree with your father’s plan. Not because it’s your father’s plan… but because I finally figured out where Jaden’s tattoo is from.” Kai’s eyes narrowed. “Where?” Martin’s voice dropped. “It’s from… the Yakuza. The Japanese mafia.”

He wouldn’t take a gamble. He swallowed and signed to the two ninjas. The ninjas understood his decision and retreated. The bigger ninja let Claude go while the skinny ninja was still standing still right where he is—he’s too afraid of moving because Jai could zap him anytime with their close distance. The skinny ninja looked at Hayate again, his eyes almost like pleading. Hayate noticed the look and turned to Jai. “You can put your hand down now.” Jai narrowed his eyes at him before looking over to the ninja. He lowered his hand slightly, just an inch, but he was looking at the ninja with his still glowing eyes.

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

Therefore Cain is here too. Noah sits in my lap, purring while either tracing the part of my tattoo that comes out of the top of my shirt or playing with the short hair on top of my head. I have a sleeve tattoo that comes up my arm and over my shoulder then up my neck slightly on my right side. It peeks out of any shirt I wear, including a tux if I need to wear one. Either way, he's completely in his own little world that is me. He's not even embarrassed that he's purring in front of everyone. (which he usually would be embarrassed) It's literally like no one else is in the room but him and I.

"Are you ready, baby?" She nodded, sighing before taking a sip of her wine. "I am." I put my hands on her waist, resisting every temptation to slip my fingers underneath her dress and fall to my knees. With that view, I could only imagine it. Nina breathed out, pushing her back into my chest. Now is not the time to get hard. Nina came there for a tattoo, and I wanted to do it for her. I thought I would be nervous about Nina seeing such a personal part of me, but it was her-I couldn't be nervous. I'd show her everything her heart desired.