Tam Song Fanart Novels & Stories

The impression Yang Xiao gave everyone was that he was not a good-for-nothing at all, but a gentlemanly and rich childe. Yang Xiao snapped his fingers and a group of young men and women walked out, playing wonderful music at the scene. Beautiful notes floated in the sea of flowers, sometimes graceful and sometimes impassioned. The song was Tang Muxue's love of Blue Love of Life and Death. One of the Tang family's direct descendants said in shock, "Quick, look, isn't this the famous Sunshine band of the Sky Mansion Kingdom?" "Wow! It's really a Sunshine band! It's said that the Sunshine band will pay at least two million yuan starting bid. How could this trash hire a Sunshine band?"

He asked before Scar stepped forward to defend Jasmine, "Tommy, I- "Dismiss," Tommy said as Scar's head lowed before she and the rest of the gang left the room leaving Tommy and Jasmine alone, "What do you want to get, Jasmine, speak up," Tommy demanded as Jasmine gulped, "A T-Tattoo," she said as Tommy nodded before pulling her body into his as she gasped, "Where do you want to get it?" He asked caressing her body as her hands clenched onto his t-shirt, "I want w-words just like yours, but d-down my b-back," she stuttered as Tommy grip her onto her waist before burying his face in her neck leaving light kisses causing her eyes to automatically close.

FLASH BACK THE PACK. Eriteria walked to the female toilet,she emptied her gland then released a relief sign. After washing her hand she opened the door when some guys barged in. This is a female toilet she stammer,Just by looking at their face they all look dangerous. The one in their middle as a lot of piercing on his ear,lips and eye lid. He is wearing a white singlet which makes most of his tattoo visible. The one on his left hand side was fully dressed up in all black likewise the one on his right hand side. They have different types of tattoos and to top it all off.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

“Bloody fang, Vamptini, Dark Fangroni, Blood on the beach, Full moonscow, et cetera et cetera.” What in the world is going on here? I’ve never heard of these. There is no such thing. The bartender smirked. “Try this, it's on the house.” He handed me a dark red drink. It looked thick. I questioned if I should drink it. Me being me, of course, I drank it. The bartender stifled out a laugh at my reaction. It was strong, but it tasted weird. Weird. “What is this? It tasted a little weird. I smacked my lips in distaste.