Zayn Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

We get out of the car and start walking on the sidewalk, "I do like her, but I don't want her to know." "Okay," I roll my eyes. "Are you going to get a tattoo with us, General?" Hunter asks, opening the door to 'Zander's Greatness'. My father shakes his head. "Nah. I'll wait for you guys at that bar,” he points, “While you get your little drawings done." Zander is a bald man covered in ink who has done ten of my tattoos. My favorite ones, the ones that mean the most to me. This time, Hunter and I get the date of our departure tattooed just below the tattoo we got last year, which is the same, just a date. Small and simple.

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.

But that did not change the fact that I was just a minor and couldn't be more unprepared for something as uncertain as the future. I stepped closer and narrowed my eyes to look at the tattoo drawn on my shoulder blade. It was perhaps the most painful one I ever had and the fading words read 'wolfless'. I had washed toilets to pay for it five years ago when I had refused to transform and everyone accused me of being a curse to the pack and called me a hexed member. That was one year before I met Zayn on his eighteenth birthday where his mate rejected him. We became close buddies right away and moved together. Eventually, he helped me draw my other four tattoos after that. But none of them was

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."