Tris Tattoo Insurgent の小説・ストーリー

“Oh, I get it now,” Trey said and laughed. “The arrow is pointing to your box. Lunch box.” “A little slow on the uptake today,” Dare said. “Too little blood in your brain, bro?” “Shut up. What kind of ass would make a woman get that tattooed on her hip?” “Same kind of ass that would make you and Brian get matching girlie tattoos on your asses,” Dare said. “I got off easy,” Reagan said. “Our bassist lost the same bet. He has a tat on his ass that says Emergency Entrance with an arrow that points to his… I’m sure you can guess.”

The door creaked open, and the air shifted. Tristan entered, and her breath caught despite herself. He was not polished like Jalen, not sleek and cold in his black suits. Tristan was raw power, unrefined, a warrior carved from battle. His shirt clung to his chest, muscles defined and hard as stone. Tattoos scrawled over his arms and shoulders, curling across his chest and disappearing down his back like living shadows. His skin was bronzed from the sun. His hair—icy blond, loose and falling past his chin—framed his face in untamed waves. A dusting of stubble shadowed his jaw, making him look wild and dangerous.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

I almost forgot about that tattoo it's a tracker info tattoo yes they have it, and its color is like the LGBTQ flag and has a code, Then Shun Yu has a tattoo too and shocking that she has this tattoo on her wrists like she's louring an enemy, and yeah Her Society has an enemy, it's called Scorpions it is top-secret info but I know of course. "can I put on my wrists too?" I ask she glare at me and I smile sweetly, "well okay if that's what you want" I said it like she didn't even care then. >>> *Shun* "So who is this new Slave of yours.." GP asks she's my best friend and one of the King's.

They all had similar tattoos, a tattoo of a cross with a blue flame. "Is anyone going to speak?" He stopped walking and squatted in front of one of the male rogues. Even as he knelt one could tell he was quite the giant, bulky with a lot of fat, and looked tough. His head was bowed to the floor. Turstin used his hands to tilt his head and he suddenly spat on Turstin it's facing. "Don't expect me to tell you anything," his voice was hoarse, and just like his appearance, his voice sounded tough.

I went into my bathroom and took my shower, the water calmed me down, I walk out of the shower to my closet to pick my clothes for work, I had a VIP patient to attend to today, and by the look of things I was gonna be late if I don't hurry, since I spent my night dreaming, I picked a black trouser with a blue shirt as I quickly got dressed. This particular VIP patient of mine had an accident during a game, he was devastated and thought he couldn't go back to playing again, but luckily I and my team were able to bring him out of his depression, that is with his cooperation, because when he learnt that with time he could go back to the game, he wanted everything to work fast, but after much en

Finding his gaze unnerving, she instantly flickered her gaze down. Her cheeks flushed when she realized he wasn’t wearing any shirt. His rugged body resembled a canvas. A number of tattoos spread across his tanned chest. There was a tattoo of a serpent designed on his upper left chest and the other side had roman numbers written on it. Her eyes traveled down his bulging biceps and paused at a tattoo that caused her a tinge of discomfort. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed the evil symbol, a sigil of Baphomet branded on his bicep. Being a devotee of god, the discovery scandalised her. Why would anyone get that? Not a moment later, she realized it wasn’t the only one, he also had an un

Whilst Isla was not the prettiest of the bunch, due to the fated bond we shared, she did have the ability to make me stronger, if we were to mate and that is why I wanted her back. I bet it would be so easy to convince her to come back and I was counting on that. At this moment, I was heading to the shower to wash off as I just finished combat training. My muscles were sore, but they were bigger now, and I had also gotten a couple tattoos on my arms. One was a sleeve which consisted of a wolf, with blood spewing out of its mouth surrounded by a snake and some roses to signify death. It was a dark tattoo, but I think it helped me express myself a lot, so I liked it.

Then he’s there. Tristan crashes through the final barricade like a god of war, smoke and debris exploding outward as if the building itself recoils from him. Blood coats his hands, dark and sticky, running along his forearms. His knuckles are split, bones beneath bruised and swollen. His leather cut hangs in tatters, Razorback MC insignia smeared with ash, gore, and fire. His eyes Those molten gold eyes Lock onto me. The world narrows to a single point.