Tyler Herro Tattoo Novels & Stories

Standing behind the mahogany counter was Tyler Wills. In high school, he had been the boy the teachers warned us about, and the one every girl fantasized about in the dark. He had been lean and wiry then. But now he looked different. He looked built like a heavyweight boxer, his forearms a roadmap of dark tattoos and well-stacked muscles. He was wearing a black t-shirt that gripped his chest in a sinfully way. And his eyes, a piercing, predatory blue, were fixed on me with a smirk that said he knew exactly why I was here.

“You let her erase me. You let her rewrite our history. You let her make you forget everything we were.” He finally met my gaze, and in his eyes, I saw a flicker of the old Earnest, a spark of the man I had fallen in love with. But it was faint, almost extinguished. “I… I didn’t know what else to do,” he whispered. “I was… I was trapped. She had me. She had everything.” I looked at the photograph again. The boy holding the trophy, his face alight with pride. He deserved better than this. He deserved to be free. And so did I.

"I am sorry, Dennis. I don't want to cause trouble for you and Shana. I only show you that Erik also has the same tattoo as me" Dennis was silent for a few seconds trying to calm down and gather his thoughts together. Eventually, he nodded his head and made his way to sit back down. He looked at Bethany expectantly for her to start talking. But instead of talking, Bethany takes his hand and kisses the back of his hand. " Do you want to see my other Tattoo? Same of in at my back, some at my thigh and near my sensitive area. Now, I'm thinking of doing it at Butt"

Tyler coaxed me as he handed me a flask. Tyler was the school’s bad boy. He rode a motorcycle, dressed in a leather jacket, biker boots, and had tattoos. Someone started a rumor that he had both his nipples pierced, but I couldn’t vouch for that because I had never seen him without a shirt on. It didn’t stop me from looking at his chest now that I was standing so close to him.

After a few clicks, Terrence confirmed his guess. Bingo. It’s a serpent tattoo. A symbol of Sinesteros. “It’s the Sinesteros symbol boss!” Cody excitedly announced. ‘I knew it. This is not just about that woman in the wheelchair.’ Terrence thought to himself. “Strip down their clothes!” Terrence commanded. Conrad and his squad immediately followed and pulled their clothes revealing the tattoos on their arms. Some had it on their chest. Terrence marched with heavy footsteps going in their direction. He took out his 9mm Rapide- Black Ice handgun from his waist and kneeled and pulled one of the men’s hair down and pressed the nozzle of his gun on his chin.

He said eyeing Fiona beside me, I gritted my teeth in annoyance "Becca?" Fiona said "Yes, Becca. Hi, I'm Tyler, Becca's brother, and Caden's tattoo artist" the fucker said to Fiona "So you're the one that drew all those beautiful art on his body?" She smiled, I frowned, She didn't even act like She heard Becca's name again "Yes, I drew it all, and It's strange you've seen it, Manchester doesn't allow anyone to see his tattoo, not even Becca" Tyler said

"Is he... Black Hawk?" "Looks like it," Tyler said as he ripped off Black Hawk's mask, revealing a cold and shadowy face. He then pulled off the doctor's white coat and rolled up his sleeve, revealing a prominent eagle tattoo on his arm. Caitlin gasped in shock. "It’s really him!" There were so many questions she wanted to ask Black Hawk, but now was not the right time. Sebastian gave an order. "Take him away first!" "Understood!" Tyler said as he escorted Black Hawk out of the room.

Between them, in elegant black script, sat the tattoo: CW His striking glassy gray eyes darkened as he stared. “There’s another one,” I said, voice turning low and teasing. “On my hip bone. Want to see that too?” He nodded once. I stood, unzipped the prison trousers, and nudged them down just enough to reveal the smooth skin of my hip. The second tattoo read CROWE in the same beautiful lettering, right above the delicate line of my v-cut. “I can’t see it properly,” Ryker murmured, his voice dropping. “Come closer.”

He had a huge dragon tattoo that covered the entire left side of his chest from shoulder to hip. “Stop staring at me you creep.” He teased. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Nice ink” I said. “You know, I want tattoos, but I don’t know any good artists, but I have been looking up places” I stated. He grinned. “I will take you to where I go. The dude is awesome.” I smiled and snuggled farther into the pillows and blankets and patted the bed next to me. Tyler didn’t hesitate. He climbed into bed and under the covers with me. But then jumped up and shut the bedroom door. I was confused. He knows its only me here. Not like I have a roommate. “Don’t look at me like you are judging me. I cant sleep wit

“Let her. She’s been staring at that ink since you took your shirt off. Let her see what it feels like.” Tyler hadn’t moved, but his eyes were heavy on us. “She’s shaking again,” he said quietly. “But she’s not pulling away.” I wasn’t. My fingers kept moving, tracing the curve of the tattoo around his side, slipping just under the waistband of his jeans. The denim was rough against my knuckles. His skin underneath was furnace-hot. I could feel the coarse hair there, the way his body tensed like he was holding himself back from grabbing me.