Sasuke Eyes Tattoo Novels & Stories

I bit my lip hard as I stared at him. He turned his back to me, using his hands to comb his hair backward. His back... fuck. His back was even hotter. My eyes caught the ink on his shoulder blade, a dragon, bold and coiled like it belonged there. Its wings stretched slightly down his spine, detailed with sharp lines and dark shading. It was a tattoo that looked alive, like it was watching me through him. Just below it, a long scar trailed down his lower back and curved slightly toward his waist. It was faded but deep. I wondered what caused such a huge scar.

Why would be they inked on a guy who hates the peace and always want violence in his life? I can see another tattoo on his arm. It is a black rose and a pair of eyes looking so much hurtfully to those flowers. They seemed to have lots of stories behind those painful eyes. And on another eye, I can see it is inked but I actually don’t know what is inked over there cause the nurse is kind of holding his hands and doing dressing over it. “Can I get your number?” I hear the nurse's voice. I don’t know but I suddenly start to grow the buds on my skin. I strongly feel that she did something mistake right now and he won’t forgive her for that I guess.

They were so welcoming and fun to talk to, although there was this one I was particularly interested in He was really hot if I do say so myself, he's baby-blue eyes were in contrast with his dark hair which looked like he had been running his hand through it the whole night. He was wearing a plain black shirt with a denim jacket that read 'be whatever you want' on the left shoulder, torn black jeans and moonlight sneaks. You could see his muscles underneath his shirt and a tattoo on his wrist that looked like a skull with thorns coming out of its eyes and beneath it writing that looked scribbled. I couldn't read it but it looked really cool...maybe it's because it was on him after all. "Hey!

And the lamplight, finally, found his face. I saw the scar first. A thin silver line across the bridge of his nose, new since I last saw him. Then the tattoo… a cobra winding up from somewhere below his collar, scales dark against his tanned skin, reaching toward his jaw. Then the eyes. Blue so pale they barely registered as a color that should exist. He was looking at me with an expression I couldn't read. Looking at me the way you look at something you've been expecting to see and are not glad to see.

he concluded. Luke closed his eyes, breathed hard, trying to focus, trying to recollect every detail of the attack. Then he opened his eyes, “I don't remember much since I was busy staying alive,” he laughed. “But I remember in fine detail. One of them…he had a tattoo. A small tattoo on the side of his neck. A bird, and an eagle I think.” Kate and Michael exchanged a quick meaningful glance. The words escaped their mouths at the same time, “The Project Manowa.”

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground. His eyes told a heavy real story. One was milky white and blinded, blinded in a long-forgotten knife fight. He never hid his dead eye from the world. As he would always say he let people see through his gaze and tell what sort of man he was: a man who could look with compassion but had no mercy at all.

He smirked at her as he took another shot. "How do you know that?" She narrowed her eyes at him. "Your tattoo, BT, uses a kind of sign that looks like a dragon bringing out fire from its mouth, I've heard of it," he replied with a simple shrug. Sage was still narrowing her eyes as she looked around him. "I don't see any tattoos, where are you from?" "Let's say no where" he shrugged again. She just shook her head and took a tiny cup then gulped it. She took the second one and banged it on the table before standing up.

I shake my head at him and look away. He's sitting with his knees pulled up and his arms draped lazily over them, giving me a view of his arm and hand tattoos. He has 'love' and 'pain' tattooed across his knuckles; on his right hand, he has a rose, and on the left, he has a skull. My eyes follow up his arms looking at the artwork on them for a second before I rip them away and return my glare to him.

The dark circle over his chest is black bordered by the surrounding blood with the star in its middle with 6 corners. 'OH noooo I don't know by the hands of my father but surely I will die at the hands of the Villain of the game itself as no one is alive who ever saw his tattoo!!!' 4 seconds left'FUKKKKKKEEEYOU GAMMEE~' Closing his own eyes pulled Daisuke by his neck placing his own warm lips upon the cold once. 'Please, at least I don't want to die at the hands of the character I made myself'