Zayn Tattoos Novels & Stories

Hatch, who came every Tuesday with three garbage bags of laundry and always fell asleep in the plastic chair had one eye open. "Fine," Sera said. "Muscle cramp." He closed his eye again. She waited until his breathing went slow and even. Then she pulled the collar of her long-sleeve shirt aside and looked. The mark was already there. Fully formed, like it had always been under her skin and the burning had just been it waking up. A rune … angular at the edges but curved at the center, like all the others. It sat directly below her collarbone and glowed faintly silver in the bad fluorescent light.

Instead, he brought my arm to his mouth and kissed my scars one by one. "Sorry, does that count as romantic?" I giggled, "Would you kiss your friend’s scars?" Zayn winked at me, "probably not. But ya amar, you are just as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside. Nothing could change that. I understand why you don’t like them, but they don’t bother me. They’re part of you, and I like every part of you." Zayn suddenly looked away, as if he were thinking about something. It took a few seconds for him to speak again. "Are you still sleeping badly?"

Behind the security guards was Zayn who just bandaged his left arm. Zayn still had a stinging pain in his arm until now. He even had difficulties in opening his eyes, plus, he had short-sightedness so he could not see who was in front of him clearly. Initially, he had never really cared about Wyatt, but he had messed with Harvey in the afternoon. He heard that it was Wyatt who booked the private room, that’s why he befriended Wyatt on purpose. His aim was to see whether he could reestablish connections with Harvey through Wyatt.

I didn't have to wonder where I stood or whether I mattered more than convenience and duty. The door to the bedroom opened suddenly and Zayne walked in wearing nothing but a white tank top that exposed his muscular biceps and the intricate tattoos that covered his arms in swirling patterns. His dark hair was still wet from the shower, droplets of water sliding down his neck and disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt. He frowned when he saw me still pacing, concern evident in his golden eyes. "Are you okay, Amara? You look like you're about to wear a hole in the floor."

"Okay, Zayn, you've got me intrigued." Zayn winked at me and just smiled modestly, looking pleased with himself. "I'm glad you liked it, Eva. Now let's go outside and watch the moonlight. I want you to forget about all your troubles for a while, okay?" "Sure." As Zayn stepped into the moonlight, his features seemed to come alive in a way that was both breathtaking and ethereal. His dark hair shone with an otherworldly glow, and his eyes, framed by impossibly long lashes, sparkled like stars. His cheekbones were sharply defined, casting shadows that added to his enigmatic allure.

she whispered. I looked past her, and my heart stopped. Zayn was standing at the entrance of the VIP area. He was still in his stage wear, a shimmering outfit that clung to his frame and his makeup was sharp and silver, but he was wearing an oversized trench coat over it all. He looked tired, his emerald eyes guarded and weary.

“Sir, I shall drop the deal at once! I promise that I won’t jeopardize Violet Vision’s reputation.” “Hmm.” Zayn nodded. Meanwhile, Zayn’s phone—which had been lying on the table—chimed to notify him of a text message. He had set an image of Faye as his phone’s wallpaper. Sean had noticed it in passing and could not suppress his shock. Why did the person in the photo look so familiar? “I’m not opposed to the idea of you loaning money to the Carters, but you’re not allowed to have any inappropriate thoughts about Faye from now on. Do you understand?” Zayn asked with a solemn stare.

We were going to perform ‘Senorita by Shawn Medes and Camilla Cabello’ and I was sweating profusely as we drove through the Ark Town and headed towards New Bryxton Town for the competition. I lied to my brothers as I told them that I will be with Tessa for the entire day as well have to work on a school project, when in reality here I am with Zane, driving in his posh car which feels so cool to drive in. No wonder not only girls but also boys fall at his feet, this car is his impression of superiority. Wearing his Ray Bans and looking as confident and handsome as ever, he drove the car smoothly, with just using one palm. The other one was resting next to my thigh and I wished he’d put it on

Zayn got a full view of the tattoo and he was bewitched. He eyed the masterpiece as he could pick out the drawing of flowers, a wolf, a piece sign, a skull, and some other things. One other thing that caught his eyes was the dragon that ran from his shoulder and disappeared on his nape. He wasn't a fan of tattoos but he was sure he loved what he was seeing. "What took you so long?" Will asked as he pulled the towel off his head and hung it on his shoulder. His hair bounced to his face and his ran his fingers through it to get it out of sight.

By the time we got to the room, my cloth were already off my body and zayn had his mouth on my bare Breast while his other hand gently laid me on the bed and he got ontop of me. “I swear I can’t get enough of you” While talking, he yanked his shirt off and I was suprised to see that he had a tottoo on the side of his stomach, i didn’t know priests were allowed to have tattoos. “You have a tattoo?” “Yeah, I got it before I decided to be a priest” After talking he took one of my peaks In his mouth again while his hand slid into my panties and zayn moaned in my mouth when he discovered how wet I wet for him.