Undertaker Sara Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I walk in before you got the chance to shove your dick down her throat? I know how much you like that shit. Hopefully, the bitch has control of her gag reflexes, or you’re going to be really disappointed.” She was getting more and more pissed and was refusing to let me talk. “Morgan! Just fucking listen to me! Scarlet is my tattoo artist. And she’s gay. Nothing happened!” “Bullshit! I saw her all over you. You think I’m stupid?” I grabbed her arms as gently as I could and turned her to face me.“No, I don’t think you’re stupid, but you’re being really childish right now. Just listen. She is my tattoo artist, and she was looking for the best place to put the design I had se

She looked down, and her face turned red when she realized that they both were lying naked, wrapped in the sheets. She looked above and found Raf was sleeping peacefully while embracing her in his muscular arms. She kept admiring his calm expressions, and suddenly, while doing that, her gaze fell over his mark. “Wow,” a word escaped from her mouth when she found a beautiful mark on the right side of his collarbone. She bends forward and examines the tattoo. It was a beautiful mark with a silver outline. In between the tattoo, a wolf was standing with a crown over his head. At the bottom, Royal Blackthorn Clan written with their names (Rafael and Saraya) engraved at the end. Saraya took her f

I believe I have already played that role in Layla’s little twisted fairytale. Never again. A thick, burning cigar is trapped between Ryker’s lips, and the smoke from it reminds me of Daddy's tobacco pipe. Ryker looks every bit the menace his reputation claims him to be: definitely a tall wall of built muscle and decorated with scars inflicted by backstories that I don't want to hear. Asides the scar on his cheek, there are several others that are jagged deep marks crisscrossing the skin of his neck like a cruel map and running down the side of his neck, disappearing beneath the black shirt he is wearing. His knuckles look bruised, rough, and a serpent tattoo coils up his right forearm. Ther

Paul added, obviously uncomfortable with the tears. I covered my whole face as I hunched over slightly, sobbing into them. A sign of an elite warrior, one that had been trained and passed their tests, was a tattoo. It spread from shoulder, across the back and to the other shoulder. Each one was slightly different, tailored to the warrior but within a pack, there was always a specific design. It meant the world to me that they would gift me this. “Skylar.” Someone took my hands and held them. Carl was on one knee in front of me. He was smiling as reached up and brushed tears from my cheek.

He was alone this time. "I know you must be wondering how your tattoo disappeared all of a sudden. I remember I told you it's not just a tattoo, it's a magical one. It can hear, see and talk when angry. And I also remember I told you I won't let any harm come to you but it's like you never trusted me. I saw how your mom was heartbroken after seeing your tattoo and then guessed she might tell your dad about it and bring trouble to you. You are my best friend, protecting you is my pleasure. So now wake up and have a physical look at me. Find me in your washroom if you really want to see me."

She figured that it was just stress but she wasn't going to tell Mack that. As the coroner was turning the body over to collect more evidence, she caught sight of something that shocked her. There was a small purple and blue butterfly tattoo on her right shoulder blade! "OH MY GOD!" She looked at Mack with horror. "I've seen this person before! She was the waitress at the restaurant that Brent and I ate at the day that Xavier saved me!"

Jostling his shirt to reveal the many tattoos under the grease-stained wife-beater. From his cuffed shirt, a dark but shaded sleeve of thorny roses, clocks, and crosses cover his right arm, while a spiralling black dragon travels around his left. Spine and scales shaded in, with burgundy lines that fade to a light crimson down its tail that hides below his classic wristwatch. Lucian Slater: Hey, bud. He crouches on one knee to greet his son's tight hug. Lucian Slater: I'm sorry I'm late. Gael Slater:

"(Hmmmm...i smells conspiracy in here..….anyway…T.A.S which one is the slave's contract holder?..)" (The 3rd man from your left. All you have to do was put your hand on the slave master mark on his left chest, to make sure that the marker was transferred to you as you kill him. ). Just like what T.A.S said Rattlesnake Loise really do have a tattoo on his left chest, the tattoo looks like a tribal hand that was bound by a chain, I put my left hand on the tattoo, and put my gun on his temple then pulled the trigger. A few seconds has passed, yet I felt absolutely nothing but there's a difference on my body, a Sakura flower tattoo appears on my forehands, it looks neat and kinda to my liking ac

Her face was flushed with a fever. It took Kaze one look to eliminate the possibility of Ted dosing her. Sasha was ill. As her temperature rose, a colorful tattoo peeked out from behind her neck. It was not proper of Kaze to undress Sasha. From the visible markings, Kaze could tell that Sasha had a tattoo covering her entire back. Despite their brief encounters, Kaze got a good sense of Sasha’s character. Sasha was a down-to-earth girl from out of town. She was clearly not a young, tattooed rebel.

Without hesitation, Carista opened the envelope, and the first sentence in the letter made her heart race. "Inheritance?" Carista frowned. "Did my parents leave an inheritance for me?" "Yes, indeed, you have an inheritance..." Someone spoke behind Carista; she turned and was surprised to see Taylor had returned. "I came home to retrieve some forgotten items," Taylor said, as if responding to Carista's thoughts. He opened the wardrobe and changed clothes. Carista was quite surprised when she saw a wolf head tattoo on Taylor's right chest; she had just learned that her friend had such a large tattoo.