Post Malone Oblivion Tattoo Novels & Stories

She was trying to appease me and mend a bond that had broken so long ago. "Would you do it again, if you had a choice?" Malakai watched me for a second longer. Poured himself another glass of scotch and dumped the empty bottle in the bin behind the counter. As he stretched over it, I could see the start of a tattoo on his side. The ink looked like branches of a tree, wrapped around the front of him. He settled back into his seat. And I could breathe again. Because my mind also caught the start of a V-line and it would be hard to forget.

He was afraid that his sharp fangs would hurt his fragile, delicate mate. Lilly saw that the tattoo was on Declan's chest, right where his beating heart was. It’s as big as Lilly’s palm and looks like a Ylang flower and a crescent moon in a circle, surrounded by lines that look like some tree vines. Meanwhile, Luca got the tattoo on his right, lower stomach, just on his sexy hips. And Finn has it on his right shoulder. The color of it is also different for the three of them. Declan is blue, Luca is white, and Finn is purple.

Many of them were just lying down at the back so they would not participate and so we won't notice them when they walk away to their homes and begun their daily activities without a prayer of guidance to Selene which was said while everyone was down in their knees facing the sunrise and in the evenings, we say it facing the sunset. “Done!” Shane said getting up and taking off his shirt showing properly tanned skin layered with his abs and the muscles on his arms were designed with tattoos that meant many things. There was a tattoo of his mate whom he had just gotten a back view of her when he first met her, she was Hispanic so he'd told the tattoo artist to draw a girl's head - the backview

I was surprised seeing this part of him, When he was done, he discarded the cloth. He joined me on the bed, placing my head on his chest and covering us with a blanket. "Sleep" he whispered". "Talk to me," I said, placing my hand on his chest. He sighed "About what?" "Anything, or talk to me about your tattoos," I whispered. "My first tattoo is the Omerta in my chest—the code of silence for made men. "What do the words under it say? I can't read them.". He smirked "Obviously it is written in Italian; the words mean never take sides against the family, and the family is the mafia". I had watched so many movies about the mafia and how bonded they are, but never in my life did I ever believe I

We held a funeral for him anyway. Now here he was, walking into our garage like a ghost who never left. I couldn’t move for a second. My mind kept flashing back to that night years ago. The fire. The screams. The way we all thought we had lost one of our own for good. Nobody questioned it. We were too busy trying to survive. “Damon?” Colt’s voice cut through the fog in my head. “You know that tattoo?” I nodded slowly, still staring at the screen. “Yeah. I know it. That’s Marcus Vale’s mark. He died in the explosion back in the first big war we fought. Or at least that’s what we all thought.”

“Let me get this straight—you want me, Orion Silverfang , to play house with you in front of your mommy and daddy?” “It’s not like that,” I snapped. “Then what is it like?” he challenged. I swallowed, heart hammering. “i want to make some pay for what he did to me.” “Ahh, revenge for the broken heart…” Orion smiled. “Yes, it doesn't have to be real, maybe a few dates, keep your hands where people can see them.” “That last part will be difficult,” he teased. “Orion…..” “Alright, alright.” He held up his hands in mock surrender. “Why me, though? You could’ve picked any boring, respectable dude to be your fake Prince Charming. Why the guy with tattoos, a criminal record, and a reputation for br

The reports echoed off the warehouse walls, then faded into the quiet hiss of the sea outside. The two captured men shuddered violently before going limp. Giovanni’s breathing slowed again, but as he turned to walk away, something caught his eye on the skin of one of the men he had just shot. Beneath the torn, blood-soaked shirt of the second man, just under his left breast, was a black ink tattoo. It was bold and had a design of interlocking blades, wrapped around a single symbol he couldn’t place. “Dante.” His voice cut through the stillness.

He did not bother to lift his gaze. But Dr montoya was able to notice the devil's fork tattoo he had on his wrist. She noticed it as she would have noticed Sin itself. She frowned. He had also a tattoo of triple six on his nape. Now, that was bad. Real badness. He must have changed within the years she hadn't known him. Had three years more made him more impossible?

Even after that shameful crack of his voice. Clayton laughed at that. He could not stop his loud and choking laugh for quite a few seconds. He must say the boy's a comic. This is what he likes in hunting. Stupid idiots who think clan power could stop hunters like him. "Just go home and ask your mom for some milk ,instead of acting cool here when you're obviously underage.", He said then laughed again irritating the kids. "I am lactose intolerant!", The boy whined. "Oh? Then you should have just asked for water. You won't know, this girl might have drunk a carton of milk before you snatched her off.", He said with that annoying smirk.

“Yes, I remember the one that slit my mother’s throat. He had two different colored eyes and a tattoo on his face.” Malik shook his head, “Was one brown and one blue? The tattoo an intricate tribal?” “Yes, do you know him?” Malik punched the table and almost splintered it. Everyone pushed their chairs back. It looked like he was going to shift any minute. Rainn jumped up and pushed me behind him. “That son of a bitch”, Malik roared. Delilah wrapped her arms around Malik, “My love please calm down and explain what is going on.” His breath started to even out and he sat back down.