Sasuke Tattoo Novels & Stories

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.

Getting things in place at the warehouse took longer than I anticipated. We made sure there were plenty of traps. I doubt my father would come alone to face me. I wanted to make sure we kept my number of opponents limited. I wanted the old bastard. Be easier to kill him without anyone getting in the way. I had changed into my Kitsune black and red tight leather outfit, my double edge katana at my hip. “You’re still sure about this.” Hibiki asked. I smiled and pulled him into my by his shirt, kissing him hard.

He tilted his head eyeing me curiously like a cat cornering a mouse. I could only imagine that my now ruined Akasha costume was a wreck and god did I smell like death. My black skirt splattered on the end with shit, a medium-size splatter pattern across my stomach waist, and chest and I didn’t even want to imagine what my hair and crown looked like. I did a quick check to make sure my metal bustier had been still securely strapped in place, only to get a smear of feces on my hand. I sighed heavily in defeat I honestly haven’t the slightest idea as to how I haven’t puked yet. “So…I like your costume,” I say continuing to make small talk which at this point has made things increasingly more aw

he asked as he checked his tattoo machine. “Permanent,” Yash replied. “Of what you want a tattoo of and where do you want me to crave it? Sir?” The tattoo artist asked Yash. “On my backbone,” Yash replied as he took off his shirt and lay down. “Are you sure? Backbone tattoos hurt the most,” He informed Yash, but all Yash needed right then was pain; only pain could tackle his pain into not killing himself, he needed to be alive and only another pain could help him.

The first thing he came across was his reflection in the mirror. He was shirtless with his pants hanging around his waist. His hairs were a little dishevelled covering his forehead. There was small tattoo of a tornado. It was just an inch tall as he made that when Kaz and Conner challenged him to do so. He never liked to ink his skin as he liked it clean devoid of any absurd pattern on it. The scars he got from the wars he had won were enough for him and he cherished them on his skin. But they, especially Kaz loved to ink his skin or he should say he liked to be penetrated by a needle to ink his blood. Zackarya never had these types of likings.

She ventured back in and sat on the chair. "I'll make some coffee for you." As Jose stepped aside, Marra turned her head to the right. Earlier, she hadn't paid much attention to the pair of humans on the sofa out of surprise, but now Marra could see that the man in the black shirt Jose called 'boss' had many tattoos covering both arms and wrists. Even the skin on his neck was almost invisible. The man turned his head towards her, making them exchange glances for a few seconds before Marra broke the contact and focused on opening her phone.

It’s the most beautifully haunting mess I’ve ever had the chance to witness, to breathe in and feel up close. Just before I got to my locker, he sent me a picture of himself, half-naked with droplets of water traveling down his cut abdomen. He has two small tattoos—two lines of script at the top of his right pectoral muscle. One is in Arabic and the other is in Japanese. I don’t understand the first, but the second is a saying in Japanese that literally translates to ‘I want mine.’ Yeah I can read Japanese, I took classes cause I really loved watching anime. And I really didn't understand what the meaning of his tattoo meant.

She smiled in return shyly, he had just saved her from her sister and she was grateful. "You both look nice in your outfit as well Sasuke, Itachi." Sakiko complimented with her head a bit down. Sasuke wore a white and blue striped sweatshirt with a pair of black jean trousers to go. Itachi wore a blue jean, a black jacket and a white inner shirt. Sasuke leaned in so his mouth was close to her ear and said in a whisper, "Thank you, my shy twin." She blushed even harder than before and he felt proud knowing he made her that way. "Now, shall we?"

Don’t tell me, they actually got one of their men to work with the lights…to give a dramatic effect? That’s absolute cringe! The man stands before us, a sinister smirk on his tattooed bald head, almost similar to Suho’s. only that they have a huge difference in race. He isn’t Korean. None of them are. Then wh- Before I can even complete the thought, my eyes fall on the tattoo mark on the man’s head, and this time I actually take a good look. It’s not the bleeding Dragon like Suho’s. It’s something else. It’s a huge ass Scorpion.

Dabbing over the wound of the Ryuu made the guy clutch his hand into a tight fist hissing and bitting over the cloth on his mouth. The heart tattoo on his wrist with the wings on it in the middle has the initial of R and K. With the arrow bottom going in and out of the heart. "He was the sinner not like you must be worst than you" Takeshi mumbles applying the cream carefully over the corner, placing the cotton over it at the end warping the white bandage around his wound. Ryuu turns his gaze at the boy who has his head bending down rolling the bandage on his wrist. He really can't say or make out what he is really saying as the voice starts to go far and far in the distance.