Pot Of Greed Tattoo Novels & Stories

And moved down to her exposed midsection and the sheer, almost see through flimsy excuse for a skirt that covered her bottom and revealed a long expanse of bare leg. But that wasn’t even the worst of it. It was the ink on her skin that did it. Dark mass of ink designed her arms, belly, legs in swirling loops and whirls. And in the middle of her chest right between her breasts was a tattoo of the royal family crest— a lycan howling up at the moon in fierce victory. The entire design; the dress, the ink... They all symbolized one thing that she was nothing but the slave of the man standing over there, looking like he couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing.

“Yes. Sharon and I used to belong to a Lovers’ Club. This tattoo is known as ‘King and Queen Crowns’. Every member of the club shares the same tattoo as a symbol of love and devotion for their partners.” “Really?” “Yes. I'm considering getting it removed. I don't want anything that reminds me of her.” His mood changed at the thought of his ex-girlfriend. What was I thinking? That Damon was the one I had a one-night stand with? I needed to stop getting my hopes up. Why would a wealthy businessman like him be at the club in the first place? I wished I could ask if he still had the contact numbers of the male club members, to figure out who I spent the night with. But he’d probably wonder why I

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

“Problems only happen when you start devouring outta greed. It doesn’t really matter what you’re after - money, things, lives, power. If you eat up a lot of it, you’re gonna hurt the hell out of a lot of others in the process. And I can’t abide by that, not even a little bit. Shit really angers me deep down. Like, blood boiling, can’t control my trigger finger angry. “If greed was a person I could evaporate with my gun, I wouldn’t even hesitate to pull the trigger on them. Not even for a fraction of a second.”

"I came all this way, and you haven't even offered me a drink. Hurry up and get me a feast fit for a king and a few pretty ladies to keep me company. Serve me well, and I might put in a good word for you to get more territory when I return to report to Mr. Ziegler." Gavin smiled agreeably. "Sure! You want food? I'll arrange it." With a clap of his hands, several strong men walked in carrying a huge iron pot. There was boiling oil inside it, and it was scorching hot. The tattooed bald man's face turned dark, and he shouted angrily, "What's the meaning of this? I asked for food, and you bring me a pot of oil?" "We’ve prepared this especially for you! Enjoy your feast!"

I lie, trying to lift a hand to him but my hands are bound in front of me, "I'll give you a new job, too. Come on, dude, you don't have to do this." "Not everything is about money. Loyalty means more to me," he says and taps a tattoo on his arm. It says Moro and whatever the fuck that means, I guess it's really important to him, "Everyone underground knows The Prince means big money, dude. You can't try to convince me your dad doesn't care about you, we all know he does. That's why you never show your dumbass face, but now we know what you look like... a faggier version of your papa." Classy.

Just a single identifier was required, yet it alone said a lot: a slender, dark band extended around Potty's neck, unpredictably luxurious. However effectively mistakable for a trendy choker, very close there was no question it was indeed an amazing tattoo, inked right around her throat. The Pleasure Mansion logo, in roman and katakana characters, framed the focal point of the trimming, for all time decorated into her skin and that of each and every other entertainer - a characteristic of pride and disgrace, accommodation and predominance. "You were brought into the world in 2009, yes?" the French lady handily tapped her fingers across the tablet in her grasp, remaining among Lannie and the

“Please see yourself off the floor before I call for Security.” … Even if the city barely changed in those four years, Gryphon still found the view especially melancholic at night. His only memory of a stroll was with Andrea during their many adventures. His left hand even tingled at the reminder of the tattoo they got for themselves. On his wrist was a lion’s head with a chain running around like a band. It was connected to a golden band on his ring finger, with a chain link that followed his bone. Getting this tattoo was a real nightmare, but he decided to be tough since they had a tacit agreement that whoever screamed by then was the loser. As for whatever the price was, Gryphon didn’t ma

She ended triumphantly and he stiffened as she reached forward to trail a manicured finger on the tattoo curved around his neck before leaning forward to bite into it, putting a little force behind the action as payment for the heavy fright he had given her earlier before soothing the inflamed mark with her tongue, smiling to herself as the muscle cords in his back bunched up beneath her fingers. “The fifth poison represents the sin of greed, you think I am a thief!” She exclaimed theatrically, knowing that she was in fact there to steal from him. Throwing his head back, he let out the most genuine laughter she had seen from him so far, his eyes trapping even more silver from the moonlight a

A mansion, a large apartment downtown, a Maserati, ten million dollars in cash, and one percent share of his publicly traded company. All this was a small token of sincerity? "Fine." I signed with the pen. "I'll accept the compensation." Although Ethan loved me now, who could guarantee what would happen later? When men stopped loving you, their hearts could easily turn to stone. I had to keep something of my own to rely on. I did not hide this from Ethan. I just did not tell him the exact amount. However, he did not react much to it. "If he's giving it to you, just take it. No matter how much he gives, he owes you.