Romeo Lacoste Tattoo Novels & Stories

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

I smile as I slowly slip my arm around his, if Leo trusts him, he must be a good person… I keep telling myself that as he opens the door to his car for me and I get in, spotting the head of a panther that peeks out from the open buttons of his shirt. The tattoo is extremely detailed, almost 3D against the others that surround it. He fixes his shirt smoothly, like he doesn’t want me to look at it. That only makes me more curious. Maybe I’ll ask Leo. I look away, hoping he didn’t think I was checking him out. “Will no one else be joining us?” I ask politely as he drives out. “No, they’ll make their own way.” I nod as I watch everyone else get into their cars and we all drive out towards the pa

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

The tattoo was the profile of a wolf holding a human skull in its mouth and the Letters CNL. That was the name of the pack. During the five years since that fateful night, she had learned the meaning and learned to keep up the facade that her parents and brother had. She was cool and polite to the pack members, but something inside her had changed. Snapped. CNL was short for Cosa Nostra Lupus. Meaning her family was the biggest supernatural mafia group in the history of the world. It wasn't just in their area. Her father had outposts throughout the world and was stationed as regular everyday humans as well.

The girl siting next to me kept glancing my way smiling. As she was grabbing the chemicals. I watched her closely grabbing some weird looking orange juice mixing it with some thick green looking substance. " Don't mix that Luna.." the girl whispered. " why? " I asked with a raised brow. " and my name is Scarlet.." " yes I know but you are my Luna.." She smiled. " Whats a Luna?" I asked. " You mean Alpha didn't tell you?" She looked at me wide eyed. " Who is Alpha?" I asked.

If not for the fact that she had Lycan traits, she would have collapsed since. Scarface picked up the dagger on the ground, reached out to touch the bleeding wound on his neck, walked up to Carra, and used the dagger to remove the veil on her face. After seeing the scar on her face, He sneered and said. "I thought you'll be a celestial beauty, but you turned out to be another Scarface. Look at your scar. It's even worse than the one on my face. Who's the Scarface now? Let me give you one more scar then." A fierce light flashed in Scarface's eyes, and he lifted the dagger to mark Carra's face.

I had done everything I could to evade the real answers to her questions, only providing her with a light form of the truth. “Let’s start with the tattoo then.” She stated firmly. “Why do you and Luciano both have it?” “What do you already know about it?” I asked her. We were both facing out into the plush navy skies. The deep velvet blankets glittered with white lights that reflected across the now still waters. “Only what he told me.” “It’s not a family crest.” I found her chocolate eyes watching me intently, her silence was the only encouragement to continue. “It’s a symbol of allegiance. I have one, my father has one.”

I cock an eyebrow at him while sitting down. His moss green eyes shine with mirth as he runs a hair through his chestnut hair. His piercings are silver rings today. He is wearing a dark blue silk shirt with the buttons undone down his chest to show off a silver chain with the locket I gave him when he was thirteen and I was ten. Inscribed on the inside are the words ’Romeo, thanks for saving me. Love Juliet’. Jensen chuckles softly while Storm pushes my seat in like a gentleman. Oh good, mine and Carmen’s training stuck with them.

"And…I got something off him. During the fight.” She held up her phone. Liora crossed the room and took it. A photograph. Blurred at the edges, bad lighting — taken fast, maybe mid-struggle — but clear enough. The inside of a wrist. A tattoo. Intricate. A wolf's head in profile, geometric, something woven behind it that looked like a crescent or a gate or both at once. Lettering beneath that she couldn't quite read. Something about it pulled at her. Like a word she almost knew.

Rae explained. "Baby I'm sorry I didn't understand. For me mate and Luna is forever. Wolves never needed marriage. The mate mark is our sealed deal and promise of forever. It's like our version of a marriage certificate and wedding ring. Except ours is permanent for life. People divorce all the time." Jake explained. Just then someone knocked on her window. He was wearing blue jeans and no shirt. But he had a thin jacket like that was completely unbuttoned showing his chest to his belly button. He had a large round tattoo on his upper chest.