Realistic Lion Chest Tattoo Novels & Stories

But as I continued to delve deeper, my stomach was a knot of nerves and the fear that this could become Liam’s reality, hurt me painfully. Another hour had passed before the window opened and Liam entered, clad only in a pair of joggers, something that told me he had shifted. Water trickled down his chiselled abs and into the band of his pants, making my heart beat wildly. My gaze ran over his body, but it was the tattoo on his left breast that caught my eye. Along with the compass and the symbols, there was a bird, a raven. My heart thundered as Liam turned away quickly, as if realising what I was looking at. He walked into his closet, reappearing in a T-shirt.

And I was surprised to learn that he also had a tattoo, because no photo showed it. It was the head of a lion at the top of his forearm, whose design was of black and bluish tones, so that it stood out perfectly on his Caucasian skin. Flynn said he still had plans to get more tattoos, but, like me, he had a formed and irreducible opinion about needles: A pain that could be avoided if it was not caused by a vaccine.

Everything was definitely not falling into place for me, and I didn't like it. “Really? I thought you would have known by now sweetheart; everyone in your pack knows that by now." He halted, looking even more surprised than I was. Or maybe not. "Okay! Have you checked your left arm or your left ear today?” Carl asked exasperatedly. I gulped air as I looked at the top of my left arm near my shoulder. My glances darted around, rather than focusing on the particular spot. There was an extra tattoo that normally was not there. My pack or tribal tattoo of the moon stone with a wolf fang was usually on my right hand. Now there was an extra one, a very intricate crown and a moon fused together with

“You don’t have to be afraid. If there is anything I can..” “No!” she raised her voice. She flinched, startled by her reaction she apologized and left with her son. He kept looking backward as if he wanted to say something. “That is my luck. Anyways what are we going to do with them” I pointed at the three men unconscious. “Yeah” He drew closer to them and spotted a tattoo on their arms. “Wait I have seen it before” “Seen what?” “This tattoo,” “A lion with a sword” “Yeah”

“So do you have the tattoos?” I can’t help from running my eyes over his chest. I’m not sure why I’m disappointed when he shakes his head. “I have many tattoos but they are all hidden. I need to maintain the bland businessman portrayal. They are also not in the old style of your body being your testimony of deeds. My father would not allow it—too easy for the Feds to take note, then try and pin crimes to us. So I have a lion of our name, the same as my brothers. As well as several I like.” A small, wicked smile. “I was surprised to find your tattoo. Although I guess I should not have been.”

The shame that had felt so sharp simply dissolved, replaced by a deep, needy warmth. At that moment, Marcus walked into the room wearing only a pair of black pants that hung low on his hips. His powerful, muscular chest was now fully on display. It was broad, thick, and heavily defined from years of strength training. His shoulders were wide and imposing, tapering down to a strong, V-shaped torso with visible abs. The large black tattoo of a roaring lion on his left forearm seemed to come alive as his muscles flexed with every movement. A light dusting of dark hair covered his powerful pecs, trailing down in a thin line toward his waistband.

He grunted. I stared at the man, and his eyes wide with terror as he was whimpering and tearing up like a little pussy. I looked at his wrist, and my eyes narrowed as I saw the lion tattoo. I had this urge to guage the man's eyes with my fingers, could have made him scream and I honestly wanted to see him wriggling in pain, but I glanced at Liam, who was still standing there with wide eyes. I sighed, as the moment of sadistic pleasure was lost.

She felt pain through her body when moving, especially, the delicate part, reminding her that thing was not the same anymore. She looked at the face of the man who she was having a bad dream about. In her dream, he was chasing her like a boogyman and she ran for her life. And here, the dream came true! She just saw clearly that the colorful tattoo on his chest was an eagle, on each of his arms was a dragon. He also had some more on the back of his neck. She thought it looked like the sun and the infinity symbol. Leonard lifted a corner of his mouth. Satisfied that he could get her mad for the start of the day. He pressed his weight on her slim figure, sinking her deep into the mattress.

Without a second thought, I pushed it open. And there—my heart nearly stopped. Standing before me was a very handsome guy, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his body dripping wet, his hair was messy and glistening from a fresh shower. Droplets of water slid slowly over the hard ridges of his chest and abs, he has a bold lion tattoo on his chest, sparks of light bouncing off his skin. My breath caught in my throat. His eyes were sea-green, deep, dangerous as it met mine with piercing intensity.

‘You’re lucky the footage got destroyed. Yeah… lucky… I ditched the hair tie and let my hair fall freely, admiring myself in the mirror and turning my back. There it was… the lion tattoo that had been with me before I was barely six. It stretched across my whole back and the details of its design; its beauty couldn’t be compared to any other design on any other’s body. The lion’s head was broad and fierce, its mane spread out with its gem-like eyes shining. Its jaws and teeth were overwhelming… a true predator. It had that roaring gaze and dangerous stare.