Tatto Lengan Novels & Stories

I crumpled onto the leather couch and gave myself a moment to take in Talon’s imposing form. His arms and hands were covered with intricate tattoos, each one telling its own story. Another design snaked up the side of his neck. A dark gray V-neck shirt stretched taut across his broad shoulders. The Warriors patch on the back of his vest gleamed white in the dim lamplight.

"Milo! Put me down! Milo this is not funny. Put me down!" When we were inches away from the lake, he decided to put me down. I was standing right in front of him as I stare at his tatted body. His butterfly tattoo was big, he had two birds right on his chest and some more on his arm, and a little on the other. Damn, he has a gorgeous v-line and his abs were dominant. He had biceps which were too die for and shit, this guy has a nice pair of legs! Look at that! So slim, long, and perfect! His legs were much longer than mine! He was inexplicably sexy and tempting. I glanced at his bulge.

I also noticed his tattoos stretching from his wrist to his neck to his other wrist. It reminded me of Ace and how his sleeve stops near his shoulder where as this guy had both arms covered. "Do you like my tattoos?" he pulled up his sleeve, showing me more of the tattoos. "Yeah, they're cool" I commented, not trying to come off as flirty.

An artist from the wrong side of the river who didn't belong here. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "A tattoo artist," he said. "That explains the ink. May I?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He gestured to my arm, and I extended it without thinking. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> His fingers wrapped around my wrist, cool and precise, turning my arm to examine the tattoos. A geometric mandala on my inner forearm. Script in Sanskrit along the outer edge. A phoenix rising from ashes near my elbow.

There was a tribal tattoo starting from the left of his neck and disappearing into his grey T which aligned with his muscular body like a second skin, she noticed the words tattooed on the knuckles of his left hand. W. I. L. D. His hair was the same jet black as Rasmus's; most of his features were the same except he was clean shaved, his sharp jawline on full display. He was wearing silver rings on the same tattooed hand. No wonder, that Lennox guy works for him. She rolled her eyes internally. They thought they could fool her by claiming him to be a vampire. Dorks. They should know she was excellent at pranks. They can't fool her. Duh.

I said. I ran my finger along the tattoo, a thick, black tribal band, on his upper bicep. I hadn't noticed it earlier. His chest was thick and muscular, and I wanted to run my hands along the ripples at his belly and up his pecs. Lycan blood had done some miraculous things to his human form.

Luciana explained. “I can't really recall everything”. She lied as small blush crept on he cheeks. Her hands involuntarily touching the tender soft spot where Lucian had marked her. Luciana eyes were elsewhere, she noticed the tattoo of a moon on Renée left wrist, she was bewildered, the next minute she cleared the expression from her face. “Let me have a look”. She grabbed Renee's hand from the spot. “What’s it like?”. When she saw that Luciana was speechless for some seconds, she grew nervous.

I thought, my plan last night was under the collarbone, but when I remembered your tattoo on the woman in Tagaytay, I really liked it. "Hm .. just like you." I said. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Outer shoulder?" I nodded. "Does that hurt?" "No. It hurts more in the neck." I was left behind. Maybe I'm just there in the design studio buying, I can't think of anything yet e. I just want to. And I will not cover my scar. "Where else is it that doesn't hurt?" "Fingers, arms, lips, thigh .. they say." My eyes narrowed. "They said?"

the tattoo artist asked, and Athena was thoughtful for a few seconds. "Here," she moved the hair that covered her neck. "Behind my ear, make it small but with every stroke quite detailed." "Won't it hurt her?" the Italian asked the man. "It will be slight, you will only feel discomfort or some itching," the tattoo artist explained, preparing his equipment of tools. "Good, proceed." The penetrating aroma of the ink permeated the tattoo studio while Athena settled into the chair, slightly nervous. The tattoo artist, with experience and skill, prepared his tools, ready to capture the Leo constellation behind the young woman's ear.

I had always imagined how romantic it was going to be, but right now, it hurts more than it pleases me. He had tattoos on his chest, arms, and hand. The tattoo on his chest had words I couldn't read because it was way too tiny; A lion on his arm with words I still couldn't read because they weren't English; and a rose on his arm with his mother's name tattooed in it.