Ares Tattoo Simple Novels & Stories

"They stopped suddenly, too, as if he thought we were a...lost cause." Tristan's gaze met hers. "Was there anything else you can recall about the man tonight?" She went to shake her head, but then something flickered to mind. "He had a tattoo on his left pec, over his heart. It was about three inches long." She straightened, making Brady shift his hand to her hip. "I need something to draw on." Ceara stood and went to a shelf, bringing back a pad of paper and pen.

he whispered while roaming his hand across her big butts, which were clothed in a tight pantie. "Mr Josh!" One of the guards called out, and he snapped out of his act. "Oops! My bad. I'm sorry. "I was taken away by her lustful body." He complained and got to work. Picking up his mini tattoo machine, he sat down on a tall chair close to her and began his work. He began to draw the vipers logo on the left lap of her body, which is the body of a red shining snake with the name "vipers" in the belly spot of the snake; however, he decorated it with a touch of blue.

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.

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?

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.

utos niya, kalmado at matatag ang boses. Tumango ang tattoo artist, iniutos kay Xandro na hubarin ang kanyang damit. Hinubad ni Xandro ang itim na T-shirt, ibinunyag ang matipuno niyang pangangatawan. Nang sumindi ang makina, bumaon ang karayom sa kanyang balat, gumuguhit ng unang linya ng tinta sa kanyang likod. Ni hindi siya kumurap, hindi natitinag ang konsentrasyon.

The silly rose tattoos she used to wear were gone. She'd scrubbed them off the moment her plane landed. It was probably the first act of rebellion she'd taken against Seth in three years. Getting the tattoos removed hurt. Heat crawled over her skin like fire, sharp and relentless. She ground her teeth and sat through it. Compared to Seth's cold expression while he'd inked her skin and the humiliation of him peeling off her clothes, this hardly even counted. The tattoo artist told her the healing would take a while, like getting over a broken heart. It just needed some time.

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

The balance is why I said yes to him in the first place. Athena scoots closer to the ripple and peers into it like a child peering into a stream. The not-light brightens for her. On her left wrist, near the pulse, a faint mark shows when the shadow strokes her skin, a braided crescent like three strands woven together. It is not the three thorns of ledgers and polite threats. It is older, softer, meaner if you earn it. Tara notices the mark and lets out a sound like pride and prayer at once.