The Tattooed Man Book Novels & Stories

He has a tattoo on each arm, an eagle on one shoulder and a snake stretched out along the opposite forearm. Both of them are barefoot. When they reach me, I give them my best smile. "Where's your friend?" I ask, looking over their shoulders. "He'll be here in a moment," the tattooed man says. He continues to ogle me, a smirk slowly spreading across his mouth. The younger man just stands there and gapes. I know they both have the urge to grope me, but they manage to keep their hands to themselves for the moment. I glance down at the bulges in their pants and try to keep my own smirk to myself. A thrill rushes through me as I realize how aroused they are, just by staring at my sexy body.

Until finally his footsteps stopped when he saw what was going on inside the club. Some people are laying on the floor. Whether they are still alive or not. And some tables and chairs were laying on the floor in a chaotic position. There where some broken glass scattered on the floor. Then a man wearing a black shirt walked over to Logan. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows. So that shows the tattoo that fills his arm. On the left hand the man shows a tattoo of the ocean with a red fish as if jumping from the sea. while on his left hand the devil's face tattoo. "Did he admitted it, Giulio?" Logan asked the man.

Harvey said. “As for the way I choose to live… I decide what I want to do. “As long as I make good decisions that I won’t regret later, then that’s good enough for me.” - At the same time, in a room on the second floor, the tattooed man pushed the door open while covering his chest. The entire room immediately glanced at him. They seemed extremely confused, as they didn’t think that the man would end up this way. On the couch in the middle of the room, a man and a woman were having some tea.

I grin, excited to explore the new hidden valley for Lizaria and the Unicorns to move to, knowing the Elf will need to have the herd move away from Hidden Claws quickly before Mika becomes Alpha and the Blake’s could find them. “Hey Ira what took you so long?” A deep voice calls out to our left and I turn to see the man I met the first time I shifted. Turning to face the black haired tattoo man that helped me through my first shift, I smile and take in his appearance once more. A pair of jeans hang loosely around his hips with no shirt or shoes on. For once I get a glimpse of his tattoos noticing them all designed in black ink, the intricate lines, swirls and pattern running along his muscul

Once again the throaty voice of that unknown man rang in her ears as she nibbled her lower lip and turned around cautiously. She inspected the man from his shoes. He was wearing black colored pointed bikers boots with a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, at the waist he was wearing a black leather belt with the bucked made of black metal, but it was not just a buckle, you could usually get to see but rather it has a face of joker and there were someone’s initials written on it to add more possessive threat on it, however, for Elysian it was hard to read it as it was engraved on it in ancient Latin language. “Vincentius?” She tried to read those words as she looked at the man, who was staring

“It’s… It’s him. The one in the alley.” “It might not be.” Absinthe muttered, pulling the book toward him and I stared at him. “I’m not fucking stupid Absinthe; I know it’s him. It’s the tattoo on his neck.” I said, turning the phone and stood, putting it next to the picture of the man. “See, there.” Rhayden leaned in, looking at it. “She’s right you know.” “You shut it.” Absinthe said, looking at me and he pushed my phone away, closing the book in a huff. “It can’t be him.”

It was odd but something deep inside Duncan told him he could trust this man. “I’m a rogue.” forced Duncan, swallowing, his throat feeling raw and scratchy. “I know.” said the man turning away from Duncan and pouring him some water from a jug. Duncan blinked as the man turned away from him and he saw the back of his shirt. On the back of what looked like a perfectly normal white dress shirt was a large red cross, the horizontal bar was directly across the middle of the vertical one and each ‘leg’ of the cross flared out at the ends. Before Duncan could ask anything, the man turned back around and handed him the glass of water. As he took the glass Duncan saw strange tattoos on the man hands,

I froze, it was time had stopped, my blood rushed to my ears as all the hair at the back of my hair stood as I looked up at the man in front of me. No! It can't be! "You know me right?" He asked, smirking at my reaction. Of course! How couldn't I know who he was? My stomach twisted in knots as I looked past his face and at the tattoo peeking from the side of his neck. This was the famous tattoo of anyone that belonged to The Blood Moon Pack. A wolf head soaked with blood, it's once white fur stained with the red liquid as a few drops fell from it leaving a pool just underneath it.

“A few weeks ago, my buddy, Amo met a man by Drava River. Strange looking fella he was, had his face covered with one of those woolly face masks with only the eyes visible. Anyway, the man offered Amo two grand to get the exact same tattoo that he had on his arm. Was supposed to be a secret.” I turn to Ian and his eyes narrow. I have a sinking feeling we both know who that is. “Two grand…that’s a lot of money fer people like us.” He clears his throat again. “So Amo went to have his skin inked. He showed it to me, said the guy would pay him the money after seeing the tattoo.” The man scratches his arm again. “I decided to get one too, thought maybe I could get to the man before Amo did and ea

" At that moment, a man with an eagle tattoo on his chest, his low-cut shirt revealing part of the ink, pushed me back into my seat. Lifting my chin, he leaned in close. "After all these years, you're still just as pathetic."