Zayn Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

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.