Tatto Lengan Novels & Stories

He was afraid that his sharp fangs would hurt his fragile, delicate mate. Lilly saw that the tattoo was on Declan's chest, right where his beating heart was. It’s as big as Lilly’s palm and looks like a Ylang flower and a crescent moon in a circle, surrounded by lines that look like some tree vines. Meanwhile, Luca got the tattoo on his right, lower stomach, just on his sexy hips. And Finn has it on his right shoulder. The color of it is also different for the three of them. Declan is blue, Luca is white, and Finn is purple.

Lucian and Enzo stood in the VIP alcove, away from the crowd, surrounded by velvet ropes and desire thick enough to taste. Lucian looked like sin incarnate. Black leather pants hugged his thighs like they were molded to him. His shirt — or what was left of it — clung to his sculpted torso, sheer and soaked from the heat of the crowd. The fabric hung open down the middle, revealing hard planes of muscle and the inked trail of a snarling lycan tattoo that disappeared beneath his waistband. Across his collarbone, a fresh mating mark still glowed faintly, the skin raw and bitten deep — carved there by Enzo only hours ago.

Said the girl on the other end of the phone, who is one of my trustees in Japan. "Pavi, I need you to find all information about this person and this Logo, and when I say all, you know what I mean." I told her as I emailed her all the details. "Yeah, I know, hmmm about Argon Socherberg? Who exactly is this man? He also has a tattoo on his face, is this the new trend? This logo, it’s the same with your tattoo right?" she wondered. "Is there any pending mission there?" I asked lazily as I sat in my swivel chair, ignoring her questions.

He flexed them, and I noticed his right arm had a tattoo of a tiger on it. I looked down; he had on shorts, but his legs ran for days, and the left side of his right foot had a cross sign tattoo on it. My eyes moved up to his chest again, and I noticed how toned it was. It wasn’t extremely defined, just the perfect size for him. His lower abdomen had six packs, which led me to the conclusion that he worked out a lot. I couldn’t see the extension from his lower abdomen because of his shorts, and I was disappointed by that.

Rex "This one's on me, sweetheart," I tell the brunette standing in front of me. I throw in a wink for good measure. Her eyes give me a once over, stalling on the tattoos that peek out from under my rolled-up shirt sleeves. Both of my upper arms are covered in tattoos I've designed myself but I've purposely kept my forearms bare. There's no rhyme or reason to it, simply a personal preference.

I said. He grabbed his iPad and turned it on, swiped a few times, and handed it over to me. This was it. It was exactly the kind of tattoo I saw. A dragon, a rather small one, was curled up weirdly and he seemed to have three wings and three legs and it was spitting fire. “This is it. It is exactly what I saw.” I said.

Hilda The needle buzzed against my skin. Each prick sent tiny bursts of pain through my hand, but I'd felt worse. So much worse. "Kind of intense for someone your age," the tattoo artist said, wiping away excess ink. I kept my left arm extended on the padded rest. "That's where I want it." "Most people hide the meaningful ones." "I need to see it every time I reach for something," I replied, watching as the letters took shape across my knuckles. "A reminder of what I am."

His hand caressed my breast underneath my clothes. Arman slowly unbuttoned my dress, and as he pulled away from kissing me, he took off his long white sleeves. I saw that he had a tribal Lycan tattoo on the right side of his chest. I read about this in some books at the library, and it's pretty cool that Arman got this tattoo. I wanted to ask, but I couldn't because he was kissing my neck, chest, and back to my neck again. His tongue was so hot that it could drive me crazy by making me want more.

Her long dark brown hair is split down the middle and up into high pigtails. The loose t-shirt makes her breasts look bigger than they really are and her waist smaller than it is. A mass of tattoos ran from her wrist, up her arm, and under the sleeve of the t-shirt. If her body isn't enough to make her beautiful, her face would make anyone swoon.

I couldn’t help but wonder if they went lower, or if his legs and ass were ink-free. My own tattoos covered both of my arms but didn’t cross my shoulders other than one little word on my collarbone. They crawled up parts of my legs, too, but stopped a few inches before my ass. I looked at my body as a canvas, and had yet to decide whether I wanted my tats to keep growing or not. “Hot damn,” Liv muttered, staring at the grizzly. A growl escaped me, surprising us both, and she lifted an eyebrow toward me. “That True Mate shit is real, huh?”