Simple Easy Scorpion Tattoo Novels & Stories

Wherever they went, there would be a disaster. The members of the Scorpion Organization were very mysterious. All the people who had seen them were dead. The only way to identify them was the colorful scorpion tattoo on the neck of all the members of the organization. The color included seven colors, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple. The more colors the scorpion had, the higher the position the owner was in the organization. Among these members of the Scorpion Organization, their scorpion tattoos had at least two colors and at most five.

Without hesitation, I fetched my phone out of my pocket and browsed on the internet what it meant if someone had a tattoo of a scorpion on his wrist. Some images were displayed on my phone screen and even before I could read out the content behind the scorpion tattoo, someone already beat me to it. "It symbolizes the membership of a well-known dangerous gang known as the Gun fire men." A familiar deep voice rung out loud from behind.

"He's got a scorpion tattoo on the webbing between his left thumb and forefinger. It's the same tattoo that Giovanni's lackey had—the one I saw when his sleeve rode up that day. I thought I was seeing things back then." Alessia immediately began typing furiously on her computer. Seconds later, a clear image of a scorpion emblem flashed onto the screen. "This is the insignia of the foreign Scorpio Organization. It seems that they infiltrated Norburg a month ago!" Sofia looked at me, her gaze a mix of lingering fear, astonishment, and more than anything, an indescribable pride. "Dante, you're more perceptive than we ever imagined." As soon as the words left her mouth, gunfire erupted from the

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

Kareena says as she and Azura enter the room, holding drinks. “I’m a big boy now, Uncle Dan. I’m not a kid anymore.” Corrado states. It’s the holidays and the reason that he’s allowed to be out there for a short while longer. “Twenty minutes Cherub, then you've got to go to bed too, ok?” Azura says, placing the drinks on the table. She looks fucking fine… She got a tattoo a couple days ago, the biggest one she has so far. It’s about three inches by three inches long on her left thigh. It’s a little family of voodoo dolls. There are two little voodoo dolls with the names Leo and Azura above them. They’re holding the hands of two mini voodoo dolls. One is a little larger and one is a tiny baby

It was a man dressed in black, the first thing I noticed was the tattoo of a scorpion imprinted on his neck. Who was he?

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

I admire the tattoo taking up most of his back, it's similar to Storms. It's a pair of evil snake eyes in red, with a green and yellow snake wrapped around the pistol facing the red eyes of the evil snake. The words The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club are written under the pistol. But what has me at a standstill is the shading that's done around the entire picture, it's a light shading but unmistakable. It's wings, Angel wings. I don't say anything. I want to but I'm tongue tied. I scan his back and stop at the blue bruises around his sides.

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"