Novel & Cerita Sirius Black Tattoo

Immediately, I jerked my eyes upward. Too late. Those butt cheeks can’t leave my head, not for a very long time. I hated that my face was getting hot. Then I noticed the tattoos. A black raven stretched across his back, its wings half-spread on the back of his shoulders as though caught between flight and stillness. On his right shoulder was a black serpent curled over his left pec, glaring at the raven with so much intensity while the raven looked lonely and, worse, sad. More ink trailed across his back. Script. Symbols. Lines disappearing beneath fabric.

She walks in followed by a man in his thirties, bald head and a tattoo running down from the side of his face to his neck. I always wanted Tattoos but growing up my father never allowed it, even though we were the head of the Mafia family he was big on us not looking suspicious in any form. “Sir” he walks in intertwining his fingers between each other, his left hand carrying a tattoo that signifies the Silver Mafia cartel, a drawn tattoo of a silver bullet. “You may go, Maria,” I say to the maid, watching him leave closing the door behind her, leaving us in secrecy. “What's the update for the week?” I turn to him trying to tune into work mode but the thoughts of Isabella still taunt me.

I see the tattoo carved into his skull—a pyramid symbol. Black Mojo. “Where’s the Matron?” His voice is cold, lifeless. I spit blood, crawling back on my elbows. “Go to hell.” He raises his gun. BANG!!!

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

H). We have this tattoo somewhere on our body. Ransom’s tattoo hides in the body of another tattoo. The image depicts Anubis sitting on his throne with Callisto, a Greek Goddess, standing next to him. Callisto wears a silver bear headdress and holds the moon in front of her stomach. At the feet of the gods, a black wolf with green eyes faces a menacing black hellhound with gray eyes and Anubis-like ears. It’s easily one of my favorites on his body. Arson’s knees rest above my head as he rubs the tip of his dick against my lips, seeking entrance. I open and feel the cool metal against my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I envelop it in warm, wet heat. He moans my name in reverence.

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

“Come back soon, okay?” “Okay,” she hung up then. “I’m going to town. Am I needed for anything?” I asked Mr Stark when he walked in. My eyes were glued to the tattoos littered all over his upper body. His left sleeve looked like a forest scenery of some sort. Right at the back, he had numbers, a date, with a tiny baby handprint. I wondered what they meant. “You can go,” he said his back to me. ***** | Emmanuel Stark |

“Grandmother despises schemers. When she finds out you’re the reason I lost my inheritance, she will make you pay. I promise you that.” “I’m the reason?” I scoffed. “That’s rich, coming from you.” “At least I have true Moretti blood in my veins!” Dante suddenly thrashed, trying to get up. “You’re nothing! You’re just a cheap—” His words were cut short. In his violent struggle, he tore the sleeve of his hospital gown. I saw it then—a black tattoo on his forearm. The design was distinctive: a double-headed eagle with Cyrillic letters beneath it. My heart skipped a beat. That was a Bratva tattoo. The mark of the Russian mob.

Alexis sighed in relief. Alexis looked at Zylo then creased her forehead when she something on Zylo's neck. She stared at it seriously. "W-wait! What the fuck are you doing?!" Zylo exclaimed. "When did you put this tatoo in your neck?" Alexis asked. Zylo creased his forehead then held his neck. Alexis grabbed her mirror from her bag then showed the tattoo. Zylo's eyes widen when he saw the tattoo from his neck. It looks like a black circle with a small white circle in the middle.

As long as it wouldn't hurt anyone. I got Max's call after a few minutes. Walking away from the men who were mopping the floor, I took the call. “Any news?” “Yes, my alpha. The tattoo belonged to the men of the Scorpion Syndicate. That's their symbol mark. It's of a skull being pierced by an axe and an arrow prodding from its left eye. I can't be wrong about that.” “I see.”