Zayn Tattoos Novels & Stories

Zayn went to beach at night, there is noone there except Zayn. He kneeling down and shouting to the god. Zayn : why? Why you all doing this to me? Why you want to take Sara??? If you want anyone please take me don't Sara please let her live.... please (crying) His manager : calm down Zayn, calm down... Zayn : leave me alone, go away .... (Shouting) Then his manager left him alone and Zayn drink so much and drived his car, then he hit the lamp tower in road accidentally. Zayn faint and his head is injured badly.

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

he said, scooting forward on the cushion. Trey had a new tattoo, a black Chinese dragon a bit smaller than Zane’s hand running up the left half of his abdomen. This was no press on. The skin around the design was pink from healing. The dragon’s tail curled around the hefty base of Trey’s erection, the final pointy tip extending onto his penile skin on the underside. Zane’s breath hissed in at the thought of artist’s needle shooting ink into him there. Getting this tattoo must have burned like a mother.

"Forget about Friday, let's think of today. There's this cool place the guys and I are heading to for a swim, wanna come, Zayne?" "No." Zayne deadpanned. Zyaire looked at me, giving me the puppy eyes he had been using against me since. Sighing loudly, I turned to Zayne who immediately blurted out the same thing. I pinned my lips and let it slowly sink in. Going to a place with water meant me in a bikini or my underwear. Zayne would rather kill his brother than let any other guy see me half-naked. And since he knew he couldn't stop me, he would have no other choice than to follow to make sure he kept my body from the eyes of others.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

His hands roamed everywhere, sucking fresh marks onto my skin, biting my earlobe, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “You’re leaving bruises everywhere,” I complained, though there was no real protest in my breathless voice. Zayn only chuckled darkly against my skin and bit down harder on the side of my neck, sucking greedily until another fresh mark bloomed. “If I don’t mark you up like this,” he growled in a low and possessive voice, “how the fuck is everyone supposed to know you belong to me?” “To you?” I laughed, still defiant, even as heat pooled between my thighs.

He was always clothed, and even the only time she saw him fully naked- Which was their first night together, she never saw his back that day. "You seem lost in thoughts," she heard Zayn say. Her gaze settled on him. "Oh, uhm... I didn't know you had a tattoo," she walked towards him and stood behind him. "It's so... alive, and detailed." Like it was carved into his back or something. "That's because the moon goddess gave it to me herself... When she cursed me." He turned around to face her. "Last time, you said 'Is that what my generation is being told now?'- About your curse. So if it isn't, then... Why were you cursed?" Eve asks.

Zayn, wearing a bathing suit, opened up to his older sister and said, "anything I can give you. We'll end this until you're at your normal temperature." Before long Zayn ties himself up by giving bites all over Brittany's sensitive body. Every now and then alpha Zayn doesn't feel like this omega doesn't belong to his older sister and chooses this is one part of his soulmate. Because being born and blood alike made him cringe a little in pain.

"I asked you to touch." My digits were soaked with sweat. The itchiness to trace my fingers on his skin had intensified. I averted my stare from his intimidating one and settled on where we had the Lazza tattoo. It was so huge that it occupied most of his side chest. The isle was well highlighted and the Lazza name was nicely engraved on him. It felt so powerful. He knew he owned so much power by having just a Lazza tattoo. If there was anyone who didn't know the tattoo was probably not born or was living in a world that didn't exist.

Of course he was. Zara stopped in the doorway. Took a quiet breath. Kept her face neutral through what she considered an Olympic level effort. His back was to her. Wide shoulders, the kind of build that came from actually using your body, not just performing fitness. There was a tattoo she’d never seen before curling up from his left shoulder blade, dark ink, something geometric, something that looked unfinished like a sentence without its ending. Must be a new tattoo. She looked away. Looked back.