Simple Easy Scorpion Tattoo Novels & Stories

However, in this case, seeing that painting transports him to that unique moment, where he experienced that purity that he perhaps did not deserve, but that she had chosen him. He covered the painting with the cloth again, this time heading to the bathroom. There, he lifted his shirt to observe his hip, moving the fabric of his boxers a little to see the tattoo more clearly. There it was, that design, the Scorpio constellation tattoo that he had drawn just two years ago, it hadn't even crossed his mind at that moment to mark his skin in that way, but she convinced him. He couldn't resist the sweetness that emanated from that little girl. "I found you, dreamer," he gave a crooked smile. "You

No way! This voice. I looked towards his eye and found a scar on it. It's...Sebastian. They never show their face to anyone other than their gang members. They are planning to kill me. Animals. "I don't know where he is," I said and he raised his brows at me. He was looking less scary without that mask but still so scary. I noticed a dragon tattoo on his neck which is most of the time hidden because of the mask. "Huh? You don't know where your husband is?" He asked and I clenched my jaw in anger. "He is not my husband," I said and he nodded with amusement.

Without replying, I picked it up and aimed at the Scarlet Ape. “All you have to do is sting it!” The Scorpion Tail Chameleon drove through the air with the help of my throw. As it advanced towards the target, a smile could be caught on its face. Advancing. Almost there. There. Plastered! I slapped my face as I watched in-between my fingers at the Scorpion Tail Chameleon which was plastered against the Scarlet Ape like a tattoo. I heard its tiny voice cry, “Defence impenetrable! What's Plan B?”

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

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.

I want more. I sit up, taking my shirt off, leaving me in only my panties. Scott wet his bottom lip as he stared at my breast, before his eyes connect with the tattoo on my stomach. He stops. "You weren't kidding huh?" He asked, lowering his head to stare at the black paint on my pale skin. "Nope" "My Phoenix" he reads it out, a smile on his face. "You got this for me" He says and I nod. "You didn't have to babe"