Pot Of Greed Tattoo Novels & Stories

chest rising in a calm rhythm like he was meditating, not surrounded by criminals. Speaking of his tattoos, he's got the weirdest tats I have seen on any guy. His back bore the most outrageous tattoos in the history of tattoos. His back looked like someone had lost a wrestling match with a possessed octopus holding a tattoo gun. From shoulder to shoulder, the ink sprawled like a chaotic crime scene—tribal swirls, demonic curls, and angry squiggles that might’ve once meant something, but now just screamed, “I don’t pay taxes and I bite.”

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

Be at peace. He must be Sloth. The sin of laziness and procrastination. Shaking off the feeling before it could envelop me, I focus my attention on the others. More specifically, Greed. I'd know him anywhere. He had a cuff of gold all over his fingers, heavy chains made up of precious rocks danging from his thick neck and coating the edges of his ear. While the other's clothes were simple shirts and trousers. His clothes were embroidered with what I know for a fact is gold thread and studded rubies glinting under the light of the chandelier.

" Just as the party was at its peak, a series of rapid knocks sounded at the door. A group of burly, hostile-looking men in black suits was at the door. They wore grim expressions. The man in charge wore a gold chain around his neck that was even thicker than the diameter of his thumb. He also had a huge tiger tattoo spanning the entirety of his arm. "Excuse me, but which of you is Mr. Mitchell Cooper?" the man asked in a booming voice. "That… That's me…" Mitchell's voice was trembling. "Mr. Mitchell Cooper? The 1,500,000 dollars you borrowed from Speedy Loans Enterprise has already been credited to your account. We are here to confirm your repayment plan.

His lips curved as he set the glass down. “Took you long enough,” Lust said softly. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten me, Celeste.” Greed smirked faintly, the name sounding foreign now. “Mortals adore masks. I only gave them what they wanted.” Lust rose slowly, the motion deliberate, predatory. “And what do you want, my Celes, my Greed?” The air shimmered as Greed stepped closer. His mortal form peeled away completely, revealing the sin beneath. The glow of wealth incarnate, veins glinting faintly with gold, every movement dripping with allure and danger.

His heart skipped a beat as his gaze landed on a distinct tattoo on one of the approaching men's arms. The tattoo showed the profile of a Holt's helmet, visor closed, exuding silent authority. Adorned with a laurel wreath and backed by crossed swords, it marked victory, readiness for battle, and strength. A roaring lion at the base signified unmatched power. This was no ordinary mark—it was the insignia of a Mafia King, a symbol feared in the criminal underworld. Recognizing its significance, the guard's voice wavered, "Drop your weapons!" His partner looked at him in confusion, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Y—You actually possess such immense, divine power!" My lips curl into a mocking smirk as the completely shredded remains of my shirt fall away from my upper body, revealing my heavily muscled, bare physique to the entire room. A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin.

I push myself inside her and feel the walls of her throat as I hear her gag. “Every time you see that Claddagh tattoo down there, remember that you’re the owner of that big cock.” I was slightly offended when I told her the first time that I got the tattoo on the base of my cock for her and she didn’t believe me. But she’s clearly fascinated because she always compliments it. So I’m always going to remind her what the tattoo means.