Half Leg Tattoos For Guys

My grandfather was a tattoo artist, but he tattooed evil things. Tattooing, an ancient technique, flows quietly through the ages. In ancient times it was called Ink, in the ancient literary language called NI, is with the ink of the needle into the bottom layer of the skin, so as to outline the pattern and words on the skin. In China, the tradition of tattooing flowers on the body for good luck and worship has been going on for 2,000 years. There is a kind of tattoos, with the mysterious Yin - related magic, is said to have the evil, transit, wealth, peach blossom, security and many other magical effects, the world is called the Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts. around the mysterious yin and yang tattoos, a period of thrilling, full of colorful stories began, which hidden secrets and taboos, will actually be hidden! Secrets and taboos, where will the protagonists lead ......

"May the new Story become yours — The Last Tattoo Artist of Stories" The story tells about a girl named Calcium, a recluse with no big money in her pocket, drinking ale in a tavern and dreaming of more. But fate itself had descended upon her. She turned out to be a Tattoo Artist of Stories... and the latter, because in the world where she lives, there are only legends about such people, about people who can rewrite their entire lives with just one glance. Our glorious recluse will have to learn about her strength, become stronger, learn about her rewritten history and memory loss, and fight for her life. telegram: https://t.me/nikomela

When Yuri's twin sister dies under mysterious circumstances, she sets out to uncover the truth, but her investigation puts her in a complicated web of secrets, lies, and unexpected romance with the prime suspect - her sister's boyfriend. ***** After the shocking death of her twin sister Yonna, ruled a suicide by the authorities, Yuri is consumed by grief and a burning need for answers. Refusing to accept the official explanation, Yuri sets out to uncover the truth behind Yonna's tragic demise. As she delves deeper into the mystery, Yuri becomes increasingly entangled in a web of secrets and lies surrounding the prestigious sorority club that Yonna was almost a part of. The more she learns, the more she begins to suspect that nothing is as it seems. Yuri's investigation leads her to one person in particular: Park Minhwan, Yonna's charismatic and enigmatic boyfriend. As she gets closer to Minhwan, Yuri finds herself torn between her desire for revenge and a growing attraction to the man she suspects may be responsible for her sister's death. As Yuri navigates this treacherous emotional landscape, she must confront the darkness that lurks beneath the surface of the sorority club and the true nature of Minhwan's involvement in Yonna's death. Will Yuri's quest for truth and justice prevail, or will her feelings for Minhwan cloud her judgment and put her in grave danger?

Too bulky for a sidearm, too small for a proper rifle—behold, the Half-Spec Blaster. Too heftty for a quick draw, yet underwhelming at range—versatile, but never truly mastering any single role. But that’s just fine. Embracing this peculiar weapon, I, Narwhal—station drifter, low-rank mercenary, and certified expert in staying out of trouble—have a dream. A dream of living simply. With my powers, I could challenge warlords, take on high-risk contracts, and shape the galaxy with secret knowledge. But I won’t. Work moderately, survive well—that’s the ideal life in the void! Small-time guild jobs. The occasional space hunt. Food that doesn’t taste like recycled rations. If I can be of some use along the way? Good enough. This is the tale of a man drifting through the stars, clinging to a blaster that never excels in any one area… and an adventure that avoids too much adventure.

We start our adventure at a kids shelter where are mane character is he is a 15-year-old kid who has no parents he always has seen things that others could not see but he thinks its his mind playing tricks on him till one day turns his live around he was attacked by a monster lucky him and his friend got away and some other half-blood picked them up and talked about a camp for half-blood to live and train this camp is called Agora what will Hunter Nekros do will he live or will the fates snip his life string only they know but he is in for a wild ride. Author note: I will be taking ideas from the Percy Jackson books and the series on youtube called origins of Olympus to make my world but I will add my own ideas gods and such but there will be stuff from both. I started this book cuz of an idea I had and I liked making the first chapters so I thought y not see if other people would like to read it to feel free to comment on it if you like it I am not the best speller so feel free to comment on my mistake. This will be my 5 book I have made I will be working on the chapters at my own past for each book but I will put some over the others thank you for trying my books hope you enjoy and my the gods look over you.

Are my nightmares and illusions indicating something? Why am I the only one who suffers from these strange things and have a red eye in this whole world? Unanswered questions haunt Sada Nozomi every single day. Follow Sada Nozomi as he unravels the mysteries only to find that he is food for himself and otherworldly humans? Read his story as he is the sole man who knows the truth behind forgotten missing humans of the world.

He want a justice for his brother but he didn't expect to fall in love with someone who killed his brother.

Twenty years ago, the world faced apocalyptic destruction marked by the arrival of monstrous cracks, catastrophic earthquakes, and the descent of ancient gods. Humanity, teetering on the brink of extinction, was forced to serve these deities for survival. Amid the chaos, a mysterious figure named D'Archy rose, defying the gods and reshaping humanity's fate before vanishing into legend. This story centers on an ordinary young man named Rama and his story, which turns from ordinary into a tragic story. Can Rama get through all of this? Or will he succumb to the cruelty of fate? No one knows.

Handa na ang lahat, planado na ang lahat at ang mahabang listahan ng mga taong iimbitahan. May petsa na ang araw ng iyong kasal at pati na rin ang iyong wedding gown ay nakahanda na, isa nalang ang kulang... Ang lalaki na iyong pakakasalan. Wait....what?! Dahil sa isang tradisyon ng inyong pamilya, mapipilitan ka ngayong maghanap ng lalaki na papayag para pakasalan ka. Magiging madali ba ang lahat kung ang lalaki na iyong mapupusuan, ay isang bad boy at allergy sa mga babaeng kagaya mo? Mapapa-oo mo kaya ito sa iyong kagustuhan?

In The Dairy of a One-Legged Prostitute, we meet Lila, a one-legged prostitute navigating the chaotic streets of London with humor and resilience. Living a double life, she balances her profession with personal challenges, using wit as her armor against societal judgment. Lila’s world is a blend of unexpected encounters, from nervous clients like Mr. Henderson—a timid accountant seeking an escape—to heartfelt moments with her best friend Simon, who provides unwavering support amidst her unconventional lifestyle. As she shares her experiences through candid fourth wall breaks, readers are drawn into her unique perspective on intimacy, connection, and self-acceptance. As romantic entanglements complicate her life further, Lila grapples with questions about love, identity, and societal expectations. With each client encounter and heartfelt conversation with Simon, she navigates the complexities of relationships while confronting the stigma surrounding her profession. When a crisis forces Lila to reevaluate her choices, she embarks on a journey of self-discovery that challenges everything she thought she knew about herself and what it means to be loved. Through laughter and tears, The Tri-ped Diaries explores themes of resilience, empowerment, and the search for genuine connection in a world filled with secrets. Ultimately, this humorous yet poignant tale invites readers to embrace their authentic selves while celebrating the beauty found within life’s imperfections.

After couple years apart two half brothers who are opposite to each other have to go through high school and realize the basically the same.

Magic/Spirits are in here as well, it’s like a combination that means I’m going to fail before I even start. Polyamorous relation! Ash Valor, coming from a not so well off family, under the “care” of his abusive aunt is trying to live a normal life in his city’s suburbs. However, with exams coming up, and sure that he’ll pass, he’s more worried what will happen after that. He can’t keep living with his abusive aunt, but he doesn’t have the money to move. However, his 18th birthday causes his whole world to turn upside down when he encounters David Peak and Josh Keep, his schools head football jocks. If y’all would rather me have him be w/ someone else, just type it in the comments Find out more by reading :> Please read warnings (below) !Warning!, if you’re looking for a fun slice of life love story, you’re in the wrong place. This story is slowish, and has use of cuss words, some gore, and problems/horrible things some people have to go through (I do not have the book on a linear path, so I’m not exactly sure) but it could include kidnap, attempted SA, Self harm, and other dangerous ideas. However, I do not plan on having written “inappropriate” scenes/ S** scenes, rather teasing and maybe suggestions to but I refuse to actually write such scenes (I’m a newer writer so it might be stale, in fact I don’t expect this book to get more than 10 views) and if you understand, I just don’t want to have to write it. I hope you enjoy, and I allow constructive criticism as long as you’re nice, I also allow opinions on what I should do (again, dunno exactly where I wanna go with this so the book is still non-linear). Enjoy: I’m Wanted by the Richest Guys in our City

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.

A writer’s flawed work was what Lin always got annoyed at. The protagonist’s golden finger was too broken, the villains were all easily defeated with a pinky, and such. He tries to point it out to the writer but everyone just thinks of him as a hater. One day, a screen popped in front of him. “Go inside and fix the novel? Y/N”

I never thought I'd be important. Just an ordinary guy in a world of heroes, royals, and ancient bloodlines. But one day, I got caught up in something way bigger than me, a war between different kingdoms, gods who don’t care about us, and monsters that shouldn’t exist. I wasn’t chosen by fate. I didn’t have special blood. I wasn’t the son of some legendary warrior. I was just… me. But I made friends. People stronger, smarter, and braver than I could ever be. And I promised to never let them down. So when the world started falling apart, I did what I always do, I made stupid decisions, ran straight into danger, and refused to die. If the world needed a hero, it wasn’t gonna be me. But if my friends needed someone to believe in them, to stand beside them even when things got impossible… well, that I could do. This is my story. The story of The Last Ordinary Guy.

Fae kesal bukan main pada pemuda yang baru saja tinggal di sebelah rumahnya. Saat baru pindah saja, dia sudah berani menyemprotkan air ke wajah Fae yang sedang mengangkat jemuran pakaiannya. Sialnya, pemuda itu malah menertawai Fae habis-habisan dan berkata, "Salam kenal, tetangga baru. Oh ya, tadi aku lihat ada tanktop berwarna pink. Punyamu, ya?" Sialaaaan! Lagian, rambut pemuda itu kok berwarna oranye? Oranye, lho! Memangnya dia idol? Sudah kesal bercampur malu begitu, eh tahu-tahunya besok paginya Fae melihat pemuda itu masuk ke dalam kelasnya dan memperkenalkan diri sebagai anak baru. Dengan senyum lebarnya, pemuda itu berkata, "Hai. Perkenalkan, namaku Riel Orion. Panggil aku Riel, ya. Oh ya, aku bertetangga dengan Fae. Salam kenal." Jadi, di musim gugur itu, Riel datang kepada Fae secara tiba-tiba...dan membawa sejuta rahasia bersamanya.

A half-blood raised by a human to hate her other half, just to be saved by the creatures she is supposed to hate. warning blood, violence and adult language

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.

curiosity

Aeliana’s body tensed, every instinct urging her to flee, but her legs refused to obey. The weight of Kaelion’s presence pressed down on her chest, as if the air itself bowed to his will. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay upright, to meet his gaze with whatever scraps of courage she could muster. She wouldn’t let him see her fear. “Step forward,” Kaelion ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. Her jaw tightened. The part of her that was human screamed to fight, to run, but there was a faint hum beneath her skin—a whisper of something else. Something fae. It stirred like a forgotten memory, pulling her feet forward against her will. She stopped only a breath away from him, her chin tilted defiantly despite the trembling in her limbs. Up close, the king was even more overwhelming. His features were carved in sharp, perfect lines, his mismatched eyes glinting with an intelligence that saw too much. He wasn’t just cruel; he was calculating. A predator who enjoyed the chase as much as the kill. “What are you?” Kaelion asked, his voice soft but dangerous. He reached out, his claw-tipped fingers brushing the edge of her hood. She flinched, and his lips twitched—a hint of amusement at her reaction. “I’m no one,” she bit out, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just a thief.” “A thief?” he echoed, his fingers catching the edge of the hood. With a single motion, he pushed it back, exposing her face to the moonlight. The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their perfect features twisting with disdain. Kaelion’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her. “No one, indeed.” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping her like a dark tide. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something familiar.” Aeliana’s heart pounded as his hand moved, fingers brushing the curve of her jaw. His touch was light, but it burned like fire, sending a shiver down her spine. “I should kill you for your insolence,” Kaelion said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But there’s a… curiosity to you. A defiance I rarely see.” His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I’ll keep you instead.” “Keep me?” Her voice cracked as anger flared, momentarily overriding her fear. “I’m not some pet to be claimed.” Kaelion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, imperious glare. “You misunderstand, little thief. I’m not offering you a choice.” Aeliana’s stomach twisted as he raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. Before she could react, a pulse of power shot through her, wrapping around her wrists like invisible chains. She stumbled, her knees buckling, but the magic held her upright. “You’ve entered my city, stolen from my people, and dared to defy me,” Kaelion said, his voice echoing with authority. “Your punishment will serve as a lesson to all who think they can do the same.” “And what punishment is that?” she spat, struggling against the bonds. Kaelion leaned in, his face inches from hers. “You’ll serve me,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Body and soul. Until I decide you’ve earned your freedom.” The crowd gasped, their whispers growing louder as the king straightened. Aeliana’s blood ran cold as she realized the full weight of his words. This wasn’t just about punishment—it was about control. And she was at the mercy of a man who had none. “Take her to the palace,” Kaelion commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll decide what to do with her later.” The soldiers moved to obey, and Aeliana felt herself being pulled away, her body still bound by the king’s magic. As they dragged her through the streets, the crowd parted, their beautiful faces filled with a mix of fear and contempt. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t let this be the end. She wouldn’t let herself be another victim of Kaelion’s tyranny. Somewhere deep inside her, the faint hum of power stirred again, stronger this time.

Anastasia was given a second chance to live again. She decided to live the way she wants, but to do so, she must save the warrior with the iron leg. He is her only hope to escape from the dark life that she once lived.

A short horror story ground in reality with some fantastical elements.