Romeo Lacoste Tattoo Novels & Stories

A wolf howled at the moon, which was black. On my arms, a tribal mark of fuchsia pink wrapped around each bicep. In the center of each one was a full moon with a gemstone. The Mark on my neck was under my ear, so it would be easy to hide. Smiling at my reflection, I felt things would only improve from here. At least now, I had a path I needed to take. Quickly getting ready, I went to find Axel. I had just reached the bottom step when I quickly moved to hide. Axel walked into the house, with Misty following behind him. He didn’t look happy.

There, stark against his skin, was a tattoo. A complex, intricate design of two family crests intertwined—the Moretti lion and the Castellano eagle, forever wrapped around each other. He got it on our wedding day. He said it represented the eternal alliance of our families, and our eternal vows to each other. “Aurora,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Do you remember this tattoo?” The cold night wind blew past, whipping a strand of hair across my face. I looked at the tattoo in silence. After a long moment, I reached out.

"I LOVE YOU, BABY... HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" After what Katleah had done, he lavished her with kisses again, this time all over her body. Looking down, he was shocked to see his name inscribed on the left side of her breasts. It has a little heart at the start and end of each letter. The words "I heart You, Marco Dela Vega" have been carved into her skin. Surprised, he looked up at his wife. "Babe, did you get a tattoo?" his voice sounded disgusted.

“Of course, however when you come out, I do believe we have some things we need to discuss, and no more blue lightening.” I couldn’t argue with his request and nodded simply as I walked back to the bathroom. I used the restroom and I timidly walked back over to the sink afraid to gaze into that mirror again. I frowned, inching my face closer to my reflection as I gently touched the lovely mark that was now tattooed on my neck. It resembled a coat of arms with a silver wolf on either side of the shield and a sword resting on cut stalks of wheat. It was an intricate tattoo, a mark that, with my knowledge of European Coats of Arms, resembled our Lycanthropy, wealth, and plenty, and lastly brave

For the most part, the packs got along but there was still always a sense of authority that was tested. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you look good. Can’t be representing our pack badly.” Jacob was getting our Crest tattooed on his chest. It was the head of a wolf with its teeth showing and blue blood dripping from the fangs. Kind of spot on for whoever designed it but whatever.

Didn't even draw the curtains. He tore his robe open, revealing a body forged in violence and power. There were no ugly scars like the rumors said. Just perfect lines of muscle, and… A tattoo, right over his heart. It was an intricate design—a black mamba coiled around a thorny rose. And in the center of the rose, two letters were tattooed in elegant script: O.R. Odessa Rossi. My name. My breath hitched. "This is…" My fingers trembled as I reached out. The skin was still raised, the ink barely set.

I'll just get myself another one" After Romeo left and returned with a new glass of cocktail for him, he watched Leila begin to drink her wine. Leila sipped the drink slowly, despite the fact that it was at her mercy. She acted gentle with it. She didn't seem like someone who liked drinking for once and he noticed. Romeo decided not to ask her about that, but to know something else about her. Despite the fact that she wasn't wearing makeup and her hair was tied in a messy bun, she still looked very beautiful. Her beauty captivated his heart and he was obsessed with her at once. He didn't want to stop looking— even for a bit. He admired her. Her lips were thin, pink and perfect. It fitted her

I beg around his smooth lips. He chuckles and pulls me to a full-length mirror. We both stare at my beautiful mark. The crock of my neck has a tattoo of a beautiful crown. Underneath the crown is a capital R. Emmett's mark is very similar. His crown is more masculine, but he also has a capital R. A perfect symbol for our future positions. Emmett runs his fingers over my mark, and I moan. "You are so sexy, Love. Do you realize what you are doing to me," he whispers as he lowers his mouth to my hot skin.

"Of course we're loyal to each other. Marco is the best. Have you seen what he did for me?" She rolled up Marco's sleeve, proudly displaying the tattoo on his arm. It was an intricate totem, the symbol of the Landini family's authority. My stomach lurched. That very spot on his arm used to hold a tattooed "R," for Rossi. For Isabella, he had covered it, erasing me completely. "Isn't it beautiful?" she gushed. "It means we'll be together forever. He's the best man in the world." Marco beamed, pulling her closer and kissing her on the cheek.

She gasped and covered her mouth. Alejandro looked at her. “That tattoo. How did you get it?” she asked. “From a tattoo artist?” “It's a wolf.” “No, a dog. The symbol of The Lucien Brothers,” he stated but Avril did not believe him. She did not want to believe Alejandro was completely ordinary, even though he was.