Vinnie Hacker Tattoo Novels & Stories

Their years of rivalry evaporated in a fraction of seconds. Harvey loosens the CEO's necktie and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He purposely pushes his head back to offer him VIP access to his neck. Hunter licks his bottom lip as he looks at his tattoo. A sapphire majestically spreads its wings around his neck. He wonders what's the meaning behind it. But he cares less about it now as he just wants to kiss it.

It took us so long to get her back, I was dreading losing her, but I wouldn’t keep her in the dark about it. Walk into the room and see Joker with a new tattoo on his forearm; it appears to be a symbol and a pattern of something ancient. Something you would think a warrior would choose for himself for protection. All of his tattoos made no sense to anyone but Joker. I doubt anyone would be brave enough to question him. Glancing over at Queenie, I see her left forearm has black lace starting to connect the empty spaces to complete her sleeve. It looked so real, like you could pick it up off her skin.

The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts. My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.

She's an Omega, smelling of orange soda and cotton fibers. Victor wants to bite right into her. The Alpha tackles her to the ground. Then together with Nathan, they stuff her into the backseat of the car. "You saw nothing," Edward hisses at the crowd of fellow hackers. He puts up a sign. Peace? The number two? No, it's the letter V, V for Vin, his tag. People instantly look down, minding their own business.

However, the lingering female pheromones on his body could not be washed away no matter what. My stomach began churning again. "What are you doing? Did you get some rest?" He reached out to take my hand, but suddenly noticed something. "Nina, where's your wedding ring?" I pulled my hand back and replied flatly, "I took it off." Vincent was obviously displeased. "I designed that myself. The wedding ring represents my love for you. How could you take it off?" I brushed him off casually. "I think I gained weight from carrying the pup. It doesn't fit anymore."

"Amber is too kind. My mom said not to hurt the people who did that to you. We only live together. She shared her life experiences, especially when that crazy guy decided to run off with that bitch who ruined my parents' marriage." "In that case, you should take care of your mom." Denis had already turned on the tattoo gun after dipping the needle in the ink. Denis' other hand began to hold Gaby's skin flat and taut for easy execution, and slowly and indeed, the needle started to dig into a few millimeters of Gaby's skin. Think of it like a sting that Gaby eventually got used to. Now Denis' focal point truly begins. Under the lights, he resumes his work for the umpteenth client since Denis f

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.

I approached their weak-ass leader and pulled him by the collar. "Remember my face and this tattoo you dummy, cause this day forward I will be your master. You and your useless gangmates will be my slave. You understand?" I said, looking hard at him. I grabbed his jaw and took a dagger that I always hid inside my boots. I carved a letter 'V' on his face. It stands for Violet. I tap the wound I made. "Aarrgghh!" He cried out in pain. Oh, my, my. Music to my ears.

Leonardo said, excusing himself from the conversation. He made his way upstairs, moving quietly. Vince went back to his room and his door was slightly open. Leonardo could hear the soft clicking of keys. He peeked inside and saw Vince, hunched over his laptop, typing furiously. The “V” symbol on the screen caught his eye. Leonardo's heart sank as his brows furrowed—he recognized it from the hacking incident at Harrington Luxe. “I know that symbol,” Leonardo said, stepping into the room. Vince froze. His hands hovered over the keyboard, and he slowly turned around. His eyes widened for a second before his face settled into a defiant look.

AVA The smoking nail. It was the trademark logo of the shadow assassins. At the moment, it was tattooed against Venom's skin, the dark ink standing out against his pale skin. "Cool tattoo you have there" I commented. He turned to look at me, a smile tugging at his lips. "It's been a while since I got it. You like tattoos?" "Yeah. I've never had a chance to get one."