Zayn Tattoos Novels & Stories

She was trying to barter with Dante to remove his shirt so that she could see his yummy tattoos. My mother and I shared a laugh before I went to Dante’s rescue. My mate was holding his own against my horny grandmother. His glee floated down the bond, and I could see how much he truly liked her. She could be overwhelming to some, but he just embraced it. “I designed Ziyah’s tattoo. I can definitely do one for you too if you’d like. But you’ve got to either make it creative or give me free reign to design it on my own,” Dante said, flashing his signature smirk.

I covered my mouth with my hands in shock when he winked. "Yes love." He said and smiled. I shook my head as tears began to gather in my eyes. "Why? Where is Zayn?" I finally realized that they were two of them. Just then, the bathroom door was pulled open as Zayn stepped out. "Ah, princess. You're awake?" He asked and came closer to me, leaning down to drop a kiss on my forehead. "You know about this tattoo?" I asked softly, emotions filling me up. He smiled at me and nodded.

Zayn had never been keen on celebrating his birthday in the past, so I couldn't help but wonder about his decision to throw a birthday party now. As I reached for a wine glass from a passing server, I felt a slight tingling down my spine, causing me to glance around. The room fell into silence for a moment before Evelyn signaled to a group of her friends waiting in the corner. Suddenly, the quiet atmosphere was replaced by a joyous birthday song sung by the guests as they descended the stairs. He appeared in a black shirt and trousers, his white hair slicked back, revealing his tattooed eyebrows and piercing light-blue eyes. Exuding rugged masculinity, he captivated every woman in the room,

She could be seconds away from slipping through my fingers, because Zayne is requesting her to be marked. There’s hatred in her eyes, her tone as she listens to Zayne reprimand her for her self given seclusion. He wants her to be happy here, he needs her to be. It’s almost comical how he thinks tattooing her is going to make her like us more.

After a quick hot shower, I finally got into bed with a shirtless Zayn waiting for me. I got into bed, and he immediately held me in his arms again. His fingers traced lines all over my body, and I traced the intricate designs of the tattoos that marked his body. Eventually, after a couple of minutes, we fell asleep, and I did so, with the biggest smile on my face. Thank you, Moon goddess, for giving us a second chance...

I shake my head in laughter as we walk to the tattoo shop. We make our selves comfortable, the seats are warm, someone probably just left, this place is crazily crowded, I breath in, and I freeze, I smell Fiona's perfume, I shake my head, I'm going crazy. The tattoo clown gets to work, Zayn gets Zoe on his left wrist, and he gets destiny on his free arm. I seat "I want. . ." I think "Destiny." Zayn grins at me "Welcome to the geng, Bro."

Brunette hair and crisply chiseled jaw. His face so handsome, resembling that of Logan’s. His height, tall like a tower, is literally the same as Logan’s. Underneath the man's image are letterings in an indecipherable language. However, I see a name drawn in the form of a tattoo across the man's arms. Yazi. Momentarily, I pause as the name strikes a chord in me. It sounds so familiar like I’ve heard it before. I rake my mind to remember just where I’ve heard the name before but I just can’t remember.

As soon as her baby girl was happily engaged on the bright mat, Tessa turned to face Zy and stopped—moving, breathing, thinking. He stood in front of her wearing a pair of black low-slung sweatpants—and nothing else. His five o’clock shadow inched onto his thick neck, which gave way to two thick slabs of bronze muscles. Both bulging shoulders were covered in tribal tattoos that ran down his beefy arms, flanking abs so ridiculously taut calling them a six-pack would be an insult. He even had those notches above his hips that made her drool. Mercy me! “Where do you want to do this?”

A dangerous Fae, a dangerous white wolf, and a dangerous tattooed guy wielding soul manipulation would lead the fucking charge. Ziyah was moved into a private room, which had the large bed that we loved. It was the only positive thing that she liked about her hospital stays. She would be released in the morning as long as she and the triplets were doing fine. “Come here, mi clyt.” Kade and Elle were fawning all over the girls while Dante was sitting with the twins and Asher. I climbed up beside her and pulled her into my arms, breathing in her scent. My eyes trailed down her neck and saw that my mark had fully healed. It showed the silhouette of a man against the backdrop of a full moon. The

"Madam, would you like to try our essential oil hand cream? It's endorsed by Zayn! Even Zayn uses this hand cream. Madam, won't you give it a try?" Zayn proudly pointed to the products. "Honey, let's have a look. This brand is really good!" Larissa had become numb to it all. 18 ways to deal with Zayn flashed through her mind. Zayn applied the hand cream on his hands while still talking to Larissa. "Honey, do you find this scent pleasant? Do you feel I'm more charming now?"