Zayn Tattoos Novels & Stories

“Hear me out, Katherine. This isn’t just about me. It could benefit you too.” Katherine narrowed her eyes but didn’t pull her hand away. “And how, exactly, is this supposed to work for me?” Zayn stepped back slightly, sitting on the edge of the desk as he watched her intently. “I have connections in the fashion industry,” he said confidently. “Big ones. With my help, you could finally launch the career you’ve always wanted. Build your brand, get your designs out there.” He leaned forward slightly, holding her gaze. “And on top of that, I can help you with your plans against Castiel and Caroline.”

“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.

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."

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.

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.

Zane had to suppress a sigh when Cayden’s ass nearly rocked near his face. Cayden was not sailing in a smooth boat either. It was torture to dance near his insanely hot mate while those plump pink lips sang beautifully, stirring his insides with just seven notes. Tonight, the singer looked ultra hot. His eyebrow was “pierced” with a set of silver rings while his tattoos were deliciously on display over his lean, eight pack, dipping along his V. Cayden wanted him. No. Cayden needed him. He needed his mate like the next breath of air.

As the city center had invited all the big names in Star Entertainment, Zayn would naturally be included. There was a sudden smell of gunpowder in the air. Due to the previous incident, Zayn had become instinctively terrified of Tyr. However, this time, things were different. With Star Entertainment’s prominent figure, Skyler Yaleman, and Zayn’s biological older sister, Maeve Lee, here, the boy could stand taller. That’s right. This Zayn Lee was the biological younger brother of Maeve Lee. Both of them were A-list artistes!

I yawned loudly and covered my mouth when Zayn shook his head at me. He had exited the shower and was currently towel drying his large frame and hair. "I need to color my hair to a darker color because I am leaving the Hunter's association and government work and don't wish to be recognized," he told me truthfully. I tilted my head as I looked up at him, curious about what he'd look like with a darker color. I assumed it would be similar to his darker eyebrows and facial scruff.