Vinnie Hacker Tattoo Novels & Stories

I was still catching my breath when I heard a loud rumble of an engine cutting through the silence. A motorbike slowed before me, the headlights flashed into my eyes. I had to turn my face so I wouldn't go blind. The rider killed the engine. I turned to take a proper look at him. He slipped out of the bike, his helmet under one arm. I couldn't see his face, he was standing under the shadows. He moved closer. His arms slowly came into view. Tattoos? I recognized them. And when I finally saw his face, I wanted to punch a rock. I gulped hard.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

I requested. “Of course.” He took a few pictures with his phone and handed it to me, a picture of my reddish back gracing the screen. The ‘Harry’ tattoo was nowhere to be found. There were zinnia flowers quite alright, but just enough to create the perfect backdrop for the name ‘GAVIN’ written in bold block letters, even bolder than the previous tattoo had been. My wide smile disappeared.

So, I focused on the game, winning the next hand. Vincenzo gave me an appreciative nod before taking off his white shirt, revealing those scars and intricate tattoos. I couldn't help but let my eyes linger on the intricate artwork that adorned his skin. Each mark seemed to tell a story, and I found myself captivated by the mystery that surrounded him. The game pressed on, and I clinched another victory, earning a frustrated "Fuck!" from him. Returning the smug grin he had flashed earlier, he peeled off his slacks, leaving him in nothing but those tempting black boxer shorts.

“Well, hello handsome.” “What can I offer you?” the guy asked, ignoring her flirtatious greeting. “Club soda is perfect, thanks.” He nodded. “Jenny?” “Vodka.” “Right,” he said, turning to get the bottles. As he turned, Malvika caught sight of the tattoo on his upper arm. It was an intricate drawing of a snake. “Nice tattoo you’ve got there,” she said casually. He glanced at her, a little bewildered. “Um, thanks, I guess,” he said, hurrying away.

The door to his room was half open and I could see him changing, he was muttering something while undoing his shirt and revealing my greatest desire, I stood there, my body leaned against the door frame as I cross my arm and look at his perfect muscled body, His back was facing me as he rummaged through the closet to find a t-shirt, my lips voluntarily curved as I imagine my lips on those babies, Without any layer not only I could see the perfect mysteries but now his tattoo was also fully exposed, I drool my eyes at the first tattoo he had on his shoulder blades; two wings, one broken, the other hand stitches to support it, there was a phrase written in cursive that said " Love cures Poison

Jacob smirked as he declared, “Her criminal codename is Violet.” “What?” I quietly gasped. Indigo and Violet… Colors of the rainbow?! “Are you sure that the EIC and this fake news writer Violet is the same person?” Cara asked for clarification. “We’re sure; one hundred percent,” answered Zia. “I was the one who hacked her computer and found evidence.” The Nerd pointed his finger and gasped, “You’re a hacker?!” “Not really,” she smiled; “The process of doing so was just stuck somewhere here in my memory.”

His right hand first gripped around my waist before he moved it up to my shoulders. "Vincent" His name almost escaped with a moan before I cleared my throat. "What, sunshine?" There was so much innocence in his eyes when I turned to the side to look at him. I know, I know innocence and Vince didn't exactly go in the right sentence. To be honest he looked like how you'd picture one of the baddest boys from those YA books if they'd grown up. Down to his chiseled jaw, and his broad shoulders. His tattoo, one of which was the grim reaper that ran along the line of his back in a near perfect angle.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

CHAPTER 11 Nova Sterling Point Of View “Look.” Vangh's lips brush my ear as he points to his chest. A fake tattoo stretches across his breast, reading “Property of Alpha House.” Which now peels off like old wallpaper. His real tattoo markings surface underneath. It’s a rebel symbol hidden all along, a secret no one knows. Sloane appears beside us, stretching her knife at Vaughn's throat. “You lying bastard.” Her wedding dress smells of burnt sugar- sharp and sweet. “How long have you been working for the rebels?”