Simple Easy Scorpion Tattoo Novels & Stories

I gape. ‘What the heck!?!’ “Huh?! No!” I answered. “Why not, coconut, Xyna? You have the looks, you have the perfect skin, and you have the perfect body too because you're a boxer, your body is naturally beautiful” she said. Not that I'm ashamed of my own body, because like she said I have the body. I just don’t really like to expose my body. Also when we are at the resort. Of course there will ne a lot of people there, there's a possibility that they’ll see my tattoo — the tattoo crest of the Scotts. Scott's Tatoo Crest is a sign that you are a Scott. I’m sure people will wonder why I have a tattoo like that. It's on my back, people can't see it when I'm in the ring (boxing ring), because i

he meant watching me joyfully. I could feel the tarantula on my tattooed part. I was trying to shoo the scorpion by blowing it but instead, it bit me. "Ahh... " The pain it inflicted on me removed my sanity. The tarantula's bite was like a needle entering my skin without you being ready to accept it. I could feel the pain run down my nerves and all parts of my body "Fuck you...!" The scorpion wouldn't take off, it stayed, enjoying my bare skin. "I always love her, my beautiful scorpion Red," he elaborated chuckling removing the tarantula from me, finally the pain eased a little.

That would actually make a kick-ass tattoo. “And this one?” He pressed his lips to the black scorpion tattoo on the upper swell of her left breast. She refocused. “I thought it’d be funny to have a deadly insect crawling out of my bra.” “What about this one?” He traced the large blue starburst pattern surrounding her belly button. “I designed it when Skylar decided to leave the rat race in California and turn her hobby into a business.” Her belly rippled when his thumb brushed over the design and the jewel dangling from her navel.

My trembling finger pointed toward a man wearing a tactical mask, the one commanding the attackers surrounding the area. “I know him. He’s the new gym teacher at our school.” … I pulled up the school bathroom surveillance footage. The video froze at the moment when I shoved away one of Macy’s followers. As she struggled, her sleeve slid upward slightly, revealing part of a tattoo on the inside of her wrist. “He has a scorpion tattoo on the web of his left hand. It’s the same tattoo I saw under that girl’s sleeve that day. At the time, I thought I saw it wrong.”

Much like the man himself! Asides from the writing the tattoo looks like Something older, darker, heavier than anything I’ve ever seen. It snakes across his chest in a pattern that feels… almost alive. There’s a drawing of a serpent or is it a dragon?, its body curling and twisting in a perfect ouroboros on the left side of his torso, scales etched so finely I swear I could almost feel them under my fingertips. His heart beats beneath it, steady, slow, eternal, and it’s like the tattoo moves with him, shifting slightly as he exhales.

I tilted my head to the entrance, hoping to see the moron walking in, but he was nowhere to be seen. "I love your tattoo." Paolo pointed at my neck tattoo. "Scorpion." "A red scorpion." "Inked by an expert." He cared to add before attending to another VIP customer. I gazed at the guy getting attended and to my bad or good luck, our eyes met. He flashed a smile and I quickly looked away. It took me a few seconds to realize that I kinda saw a familiar face. That's when I shot my gaze back to the lady seated next to the guy, Sofia, the daughter of Lazza.

“Are you done? I’m going to sleep.” “I mean it, Scarlet.” He kissed me on the lips. “Other than me, I don’t know who can take care of you and healing your wounds. Let me be your lover, Scarlet.” “Whatever, I’m not listening.” I closed my ears with my hands and turned towards the wall to go to sleep. This Sin had to be out of his mind, I thought. With my tiredness, I soon drifted into slumberland. However, the slumberland I saw was not one of those pastel-coloured dreams filled with clouds. It was dark and lava was oozing over the black earth. Above me, bats circled the black, empty sky.

I want. There was a hooded and unbelievably exciting look about his eyes as Sasha stepped back from her and started to comply with her shy demand, never removing his glance from hers as he thrust off his clothes, his shirt first, revealing the hard-muscled expanse of his chest with its male pattern of silky dark hair.

Sameul nodded before walking out and bringing back the small cage in which the same scorpion whose tail had been broken by Ace, he did it to leave it a mark so Sameul could recognize which creature he wanted from the others. Sam frowned in confusion, the scorpions were harmless, their venom had been extracted a long time ago, Ace used them to scare his captives and enemies as their gang sign was scorpion and Ace had taken advantage of it perfectly, it wasn't the first the scorpion had bit someone but this time it wasn't just someone.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c