The Tattooed Man Book Novels & Stories

the engrossed whisper fades through my startle. Penelope starts laughing, and I scream, glimpsing the unknown man leaning staggering on a cane too small for his size. His face is still swollen and with spots that become greenish on the sides of the lesions, highlighting the bandage on his nose and on the sides of his wide and dry mouth. With the exception of the bands on his abdomen, right hand, left leg and right knee in a velcro immobilizer, he does not use anything else. Completely naked and with a weak smile on his whitish lips, he pulls the last spl of the plastic sweater and exposes all the rest of the tattooed skin above the bandage on his waist.

She ventured back in and sat on the chair. "I'll make some coffee for you." As Jose stepped aside, Marra turned her head to the right. Earlier, she hadn't paid much attention to the pair of humans on the sofa out of surprise, but now Marra could see that the man in the black shirt Jose called 'boss' had many tattoos covering both arms and wrists. Even the skin on his neck was almost invisible. The man turned his head towards her, making them exchange glances for a few seconds before Marra broke the contact and focused on opening her phone.

She was gathered by hungry men who began to beat and play with her body mercilessly and her screams became terrific. The door of the car was opened suddenly and the men got out of it. He closed the door and glanced at the crowd after narrowing his dark eyes. A golden chain was sparkling on his slender and long neck and the strong chest was peeking out proudly because the top two buttons were unbuttoned from his pale yellow shirt. The sleeves of his were half folded revealing a massive tattoo on his right arm. He was looking wild and extremaly hot. The crowd looked at the man and stopped teasing the woman. In a while, Sara Owen rushed to the man and clung to him tighter.

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

After we got out of his car, an unfamiliar man was just in time to greet us. “‘Sup, lovely couple! ‘Sup, men!” He went straight to Sebastian and they fist-bump each other. The man has a lot of devilish tattoos on his arm and some on his face. He reminded me of someone. Why do people love tattoos though? I mean, they are just putting a non-erasable ink on their body, making them look not-so neat. The man turned. “‘Sup, pretty lady. Welcome to your new paradise. I’ll assure you that you two certainly come to the right place to create a new and beautiful family,” he announced and even clapped his hands.

"It means he is exactly the man we're looking for. That ouroboros tattoo on his neck proves that he is the man or has a connection with the man you saw on that night." I looked back at the paper. It's a stolen picture of the man inside a room. The man was naked while talking on the phone. A grim expression is on his face. I got chills while looking at him. "Yeah, it's the same tattoo." I looked at Dave. "Tell me more about him."

Adam glanced back down at the page, a faint smirk returning. “Man handled it though,” he murmured. “Didn’t panic, didn’t fumble it… just stayed in it.” He closed the book halfway again, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle. “Still… that’s not for everybody,” he added. “Takes a certain kind of mindset to even step into something like that.” He looked at the cover for a second, then back at the pages. “This book really doesn’t miss,” he said under his breath. Then, without hesitation—

Raiden thought this was a bit too cruel to do in front of her, and he wondered what was going through Manuel’s mind at that moment. Still confused, Raiden helped Manuel remove the man’s clothes, then asked, "Who sent this man? How did he sneak in?" Manuel didn’t answer, but instead raised the man’s limp arm, revealing a distinctive tattoo on the inner side of the arm. "Unexpected..." Raiden didn’t finish his sentence, mindful of Britney’s presence. Britney stood frozen, unable to process everything. Her mind was overwhelmed with the image of Manuel in that bloody killing scene... The way he had mercilessly stabbed the man in the head, one blow after another, completely out of control.

I brought the book forward enough to see his pack crest on the cover, "does it hold your pack secrets or something?" Running a tattooed hand through his damp locks, he sighed, "No, it doesn't hold pack secrets but it's personal and I don't want you to fucking read it." He stepped down from the bed and began fumbling with the hem of the t-shirt he wore, "that's my poetry book."

“See. Not all of them are sad. I’ve got two of those.” “Two of the same scripture?” He nods. “What does it say?” “You wanna do some Bible study?” I pause, jaw dropping. “You read the Bible?” “No.” Right. I’m no Christian, but the man before me doesn’t seem like one either. “What does this tattoo say?” I ask again, kneading around his scapulas. He shuts his eyes, seemingly enjoying it. “Which one?” “The one that’s not written in English.” “Something about sex… being beautiful…”