The Tattooed Man Book Novels & Stories

His head was as dark as the background it intruded, and held a sheen that almost made it look bald, with its eyes holding the same color but with a fiercer tinge, and a gaze that could slice steel. He ooked like a monster, and yet he wasn't. The person was a man like him. The man raised up a stool and set it down, then sat on its edge, leaning forward and smiling. His right arm was bare and held a strange series of tattoes that creased as the muscles flexed and made the drawings resemble an engraved artwork. The man in ropes squinted more in fear than curiosity, as he saw words written on his captors arm in black, swirling ink. It read boldy: “Kill the lesser ones”

If they can murder a five-year girl and call it fun, why was I still alive? Soon, I sight a middle-aged man walking toward the car. His shirtless body was covered with provocative tattoos, especially that of naked women. Where I suppose his heart should be located seemed reserved as no tattoo was drawn around there. It made it easy that his heart almost looked like the thing not corrupted in him. Seating in the car with the emotionless man seating in the passenger seat in front, the sluggish man beside me, and the driver gingerly walking out to meet the middle-aged man.

Her little groan must have alerted the man , as he quickly turned his head to her side with a suprised look all over he's face . " Miss !! Miss!!! " He called out , gently approaching her . At least she'll be in a safe hand , she thought . Before giving in to the darkness beckoning her. In between giving in to the darkness and holding to the tiny strand of sanity that she had left ,she saw something astonishing on the man's neck . A scorpion tattoo. That's weird. Who would get a scorpion tattoo that looks so real on their face ??? She finally succumb to the darkness,not before hearing a soft curse from the man.

I just saw a angel and crushed on him, and now a devil am I crushing on? I look away from him, to the wall. Just at the last moment to rejecting staying in this room, I see different picturesque sketches of book covers and at the far southern side is a small shelf, loaded with romantic books, of different sub-genres. I am fantasied already, and warmed. I feel cozy suddenly. The tattooed guy is a lover of books. "Did you make those, uh?" I say when I get to his front, forcing him to blink up at me. He's slide off the headphone.

The tattooed man put the food on the lid. “Come, come, I’ll feed you.” At this moment, the two of them, who had been hungry for an entire night, smelled the fragrant food and their stomachs began to growl. Gulp! One of the girls swallowed hard. The tattooed man was even happier when he saw this. “Come, come, I’ll feed you. Eat more. We’re not bad people. As long as you’re obedient, we won’t kill you.” The tattooed man could not close his mouth as he watched the woman eat. There was a hint of excitement in his perverted smile.

“It’s a place where darkness lives. If the moon goddess can’t keep them from tormenting our kind, then sage isn’t going to do anything.” I said nothing more as I flipped through the pages of the book. As I flipped a page, I came across a large image of a man. He looked intimidating and fierce; he had long, jet-black hair, and eyes that were dark with ringlets of gold around his pupils. He had markings, like tattoos, along his bare chest that expanded across his shoulder and down his arms. His skin was flawless and yet so pale, reminding me of a porcelain doll. “Who is this man?” I asked, unable to look away from the image. Something about him gave me an unsettling vibe.

It was silent except for the labored breathing of a man chained to a chair, his face unrecognizable from the pounding it had received. Across from him stood another man—silent, towering, and radiating a calm that was far more terrifying than rage. His black shirt was rolled to his elbows, revealing a full sleeve of intricate tattoos: snarling beasts, barbed wire, skulls with snakes twisting through their sockets. Every inch of ink was a story of blood, and none of them ended well. He adjusted his gloves, not because he was trying to stay clean, but because the soaked leather was beginning to stick. The man in the chair, his nose broken, his lips split, looked up with one eye barely open.

The man was covered in blood that oozed out of his neck that he has slit. We all looked silently at his dead body. While I was staring at him I saw a tattoo. This one stood out from all the black ink tattoos this one looked like a scorpion on his right hand, I looked closely at it. I even went forward and wiped the blood from the area to look at it closely. Adam came to see what I was staring at. I looked at him. "Are you thinking what I am thinking?" I asked him

He collapsed on the sand, convulsing, the stench of urine carried far on the wind. The party crowd that had gathered to watch earlier stood rigidly, not daring to breathe. They finally understood something. The man they had laughed at as a kept husband was the head of the Thornes, someone they weren't even qualified to approach! I held Luke close and spoke gently. "Luke, don't be scared. I'm here. No one will ever bully you again. I promise." Luke clung to my neck and nodded hard, letting out a small, muffled sound.

The man regained his stance and cussed at us. “This little bitches!” Elyse attacked him again and this time, bit him hard on his shoulder. He let out a painful groan and pushed her aside again. His movement revealed the tattoo imprinted on his arm. The seal. The red Mafia seal was the tattoo. He’s one of Luciano’s men.