Roy Mustang Tattoo Novels & Stories

He had a large round tattoo on his upper chest. It was some kind of design with a wolf in the center. He was grinning with very white teeth. For some reason Rae thought of the childhood story with Red Riding hood and the big bad wolf. "Jake some guy is knocking on my window." Rae whispered. "And he has a wolf tattoo on his chest." "Rae lock your doors and get out of there now!!!!" Jake ordered. "Are you ok? Do you need help?" The Rogue Wolf asked. "No, I'm fine." She replied.

I had always imagined how romantic it was going to be, but right now, it hurts more than it pleases me. He had tattoos on his chest, arms, and hand. The tattoo on his chest had words I couldn't read because it was way too tiny; A lion on his arm with words I still couldn't read because they weren't English; and a rose on his arm with his mother's name tattooed in it.

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.

He holds his hands up and backs off. Lola pouts. “Being a girl suck sometimes.” Ryland strips down right in front of me. My gaze lingers on his bare chest. I swallow hard—he’s stunning. The tattoo etched on his stomach catches my eye, pulling my focus away from his sculpted body. It reads ‘Keep fighting.’ Words have never hit me quite as hard as those ones tattooed on his skin. I wonder why those words. What is the meaning behind them? I finally lift my head and look at his face.

As in steaming-mounth-watering-panty dropping eyes popping out of my head-hot. Ryder's tattoos are on display. The viper wrapping itself around his right forearm is detailed and absolutely stunning. I can't see the word I know is tattooed above his right knee. Nor do I see the same word under Jem's collar bone when his back is too me. I absently trace the word on the left side of my ribcage the "A" starting right where my breast ends. My fingers pass over the cursive and four stars spread out around the letters. I was the only one who got the stars the others complaining it was too feminine for them. Huffing out a breath I take the last steps and head to the kitchen isle slipping onto a bars

The game got so intense, the rest of the guys along with Logan were covered in sweat and panting as they tried to catch their breath. Nate was fascinated by the game, placing his elbows on his knees and resting his little face on his hands. His eyes were wide and constantly kept cheering for both Ethan and Logan. "Those tattoos really make Logan look so much hotter, don't you think?" Rox says as she sits up on her chair making me grunt inwardly. Especially that tattoo under his left arm, so hot of a beast and a girl, mmmh, super hot. I think he just got it done. He still had it covered when I met him. Wonder why he got that particular tattoo?" She says getting cut off by a new voice in our g

They played for a bit she sighed dreamily as the Carson, Matthew, and Chuck took off their shirts, a few minutes later Leon, John, William and Blake followed suit, and she couldn't help but smile as she noticed that Carson and Blake had similar eagle’s tattoos on their left shoulders. But she also noticed the black jaguar that ran mid-back on Blake and the lion on Carson.

Deciding not to interrupt, I rest my weight on one knee and fold my arms across my chest, my eyes ravaging his half naked body. The tattoos along his arms flex and relax with each repetition, ink stretching, contracting and settling again. Ryat, unlike his father and brother, is the type to get tattoos on a whim, so there's a lot of them, mumbled and jumbled, all fighting for the spotlight. The entirety of his back is sprayed with ink ranging from wild animals, to reptiles, to random objects. The most prominent on his back is a crowned lion sitting on the left side of his shoulder blade. There are scales running along his skin like he'd hoped to be a serpent but instead got molded him into m

Something about the adrenalin of the tattoo gun I guess. I did get a tattoo added for Roxie in the end. It took me a while to think about what I wanted but in the end I had a twisting, mixed up lightning bolt. Not a cheesy, pointy outline, but the crackling, thin shards that splinter across a dark sky. It is on the side of my ribs, surrounded by the constellations of the Fyrestone compound.

Natalie, aware of the whole situation, whispered in Julian's ear, driving Mike mad, because he couldn’t hear what his sister and cousin were plotting behind his back. “I am sure Jo knows this part of the story better than me. Anyway, the characteristic Mustang logo was created, a galloping horse against the background of red, white and blue stripes symbolizing the United States and American roots.” Robert and Thomas were standing beside them, amazed by Julian’s charm and flirting skills. All women stood silently, nodding their heads only, staring at the handsome model from time to time. Even Lisa was listening to him with undisguised interest. “I am fucking jealous with that damn good-lookin