Bible Sayings Tattoos Novels & Stories

I wanted to caress that ink on his bicep and his sinewy forearms. “Join me.” I licked my lips and swallowed hard. My gaze dropped to what was peeking through his boxers—his tattoo. I moved forward so he could sink in behind me. “The tattoo you have there is interesting.” “It’s inked out of fun.” “What does it mean?” I knew it was written in Japanese. “Keizoku w* chikara nari. Something like, don’t give up.” “I like it.” “Thanks. You’re killing me, you know,” he said with a groan as he joined me. He settled himself in, stretching his legs out on either side of me. He then wrapped his arms around me.

My mouth began going down from kissing his neck to that strong broad chest, my eyes were closed but then I looked up to catch his expression after he held back a groan in his throat, but my eyes landed on his chest who welcome me with a new tattoo, I brushed my fingers on the ink, This tattoo was a combination of words which I knew was Spanish, those words were completing a circle and huge deadly snake was printed between them, starting from Amor (Love), Escapar (Escape), Desamor (Heartbreak), Venganza (Revenge), Misión (Mission), I could few words of it. “What is this, Armando,” I examined the details of that horrific tattoo, my eyes couldn’t move from it, It was obvious from some words tha

I shouldn't get worked up over someone who didn't want me. I gripped the bottom of the bleachers bench and ground my jaw together. I shouldn't show any emotion over him, no tears no nothing. I was begining to think that running from my home was a mistake in the first place, but then I never would have met Rebekah and Cliff and Joel. My wrists burned again at the thought and I had to look down. A gasp left my lips, and rushed out in a puff of cool breeze. It must be a chilly night, being me wouldn't know that bu- focus. I looked down at my wrists again. There lay two words tattooed in greek.

He closed his eyes, his jaw slackening as I scrubbed his scalp. A comfortable silence soon settled between us. As I leaned forward to rinse the shampoo from his hair, my eyes caught the tattoo inked across his back and upper arm. The design was bold against his skin, curling like claws and wings. Black flames wrapped around a serpent swallowing its own tail. "What does it mean?" I asked, my fingers lightly brushing the ink. He didn't answer at first. "It's a symbol of resurrection. Power earned through suffering." I traced the outer edge. "You got it before or after everything?"

A task she had neglected this past week, until today. She’d been at the library for a few hours searching for anything remotely about “self-appearing tattoos” and “burning tattoos.” The worst article stated that a person who had a tattoo suddenly appear was marked by the devil and was an instrument of evil. She discounted it, even though it still bothered her. She had never been one to think mean or evil thoughts, nor she had never done anything evil or mean to another person in her life. So, she reasoned, the description didn’t fit her situation.

she spoke each word with intensity. "...ott van remény," I finished up the creed. Honestly, I'd heard, or seen it somewhere as a kid. Later, I regurgitated that saying to impress some A****n chicks. "Great, we have the same catch phrase." Alkonyka took off her shirt, revealing her lilac bra. Her tattoo was in Hungarian written in an archaic fashion. 'Where there is Valor' arched over her belly button and 'There is Hope' dipped beneath.

Underneath the dove was a Bible verse: Romans 3:23. "Oh yea! Meant to ask earlier, but you got a tattoo? Yer only sixteen, how the hell do you have a tattoo?" He asked curiously. "Haha, oh this ol' thing?" He looked down at his dove. "I got this when I was fourteen with my mom, 'cause I got straight A's that year. The law in Pennsylvania has changed since, but at the time, one could get a tattoo at fourteen, so long as a parent consents and is present. She got one at the same time on her shoulder. Hers says 2nd Corinthians 5:17.

Both girls gasped in surprise as they revealed gold bracelets adorned with an oval centerpiece, flanked by diamond chains. "This is a sapphire," Nyonya Brianna explained. "People believe that sapphires symbolize sincerity. I bought one for each of you so that you can be friends forever." Her words brought tears to Flavia's and Abigail's eyes. Without hesitation, both girls embraced the middle-aged woman tightly. "Ahhh, Granny... You're so sweet..." Abigail exclaimed, her voice full of affection. Brianna chuckled at their reaction. "And this?" Flavia asked, pointing to the remaining box still held by her grandmother. The bracelet looked the same, but the oval in the center was a vibrant red i

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

Feeling even more confident, I moved my hand to the russian script tattooed high on his chest, my fingers brushing against the hard muscle there. "What does it mean?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. He was quiet for a moment, his eyes watching my face. Then he spoke, the Russian words rolling off his tongue with a dark, beautiful grace. Before Axel, I never believed that Russian was the hottest language a man could speak, but in this position I couldn’t agree more. He translated, his voice a low rumble. "Tame the devil. Charge the beast. Don't take your eyes off the angel."