Bible Sayings Tattoos Novels & Stories

Now it was going to make a painful point with Saint Ace. Ace lay still, his arms and legs pinned down by Port and Cruz. Joker knelt next to him, smiling widely. “You know, Nails,” Joker said now. “I never went to Catholic school, and I don’t know much religious shit, but I do know one thing from the Bible.” “Yeah?” Nails watched as the knife moved closer and closer to Ace’s pale face, lazily hovered over Ace’s left cheek. “What’s that?” “An eye for an eye.”

I suppose I love my scars because they have stayed with me longer than most people have. Chayim Neo: Did you get home safely? I am sorry if I said something offending to you. It is not my intention. I deeply ask for apology for that. I’ll pray for your safety. Chayim Neo: Good night, Rue Mallory. 1 Thessalonians 5:23, May God himself, the God of peace, sanctify you through and through. May your whole spirit, soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. I guess, I can’t be able to stop myself from sending bible verses to you. Because I could feel that you need it. Sleep tight.

“The one I cut on the back?” I blinked at her. “You mean the little asswipe with the shitty tattoo who wanted to fuck up my pretty face with his brass knuckles? Yeah, I’m fairly positive I don’t care if he’s okay. But from the way he lit out of there like his tail was on fire, I’d say he’s just fine.” “It wasn’t a shitty tattoo,” she mumbled. “It was the eye of Horus. Some thought it was a symbol to ward off evil, but it’s actually supposed to symbolize healing.”

I end up saying. They aren’t pretty, they are hot. He looks down at his hand like he was just seeing them for the first time. “Thank you.” “Tell me about them.” I whisper, eyes on his tattoos, once again wondering if they ran in a straight line around his body. Where did they stop? He sucks in a breath. “It’s a prayer, a prayer I needed to be answered desperately.” he answers, his tone raw. I wonder briefly what he prayed for so fervently.

I ask him. " On my back. And it says the heart can be darker too. And free drugs. I was seventeen then." He says and I smile. " Second?" " Omertà." He answers. " You know I actually thought that was supposed to be your first tattoo." " Nah. My dad never wanted me to have that in case I decided to leave the mob." He says. " And what does the Arabic tattoo mean? And why Arabic?" I ask. " I like them and the language. And the meaning; It means 'my soul is darker than night'. The other one is 'angels don't die'."

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

His voice clipped, and I hoped to God that he was right…that my hallucinations had carried on into reality, but here I was. So I braced, and asked the only question nogging in my brain, “Did he have a uh…tattoo?” His shoulders went rigid. “Where?” His voice strained, and my heart shrank. “Some language…on his neck. Was there any tattoo at all? It was a quote…something latin…I do not know—” “Abyssus abyssum invocat,” he said slowly, face growing pale when my head bobbed. Ledger's face went pale, and a tremble started in his hands, so much that he clenched them into fists, and I felt my own teeth chatter.

she asked, her gaze fixed on the ink, while ignoring my question. I glanced at the tattoo, my fingers tracing the image of two cardinals with the words 'I am always with you' beneath them. “These are the last words my mother said to me. She told me she would always be with me, no matter what. So, whenever I need her guidance or strength, I just have to look within myself.” Anya let out a soft sigh. “I wish I could remember my mother's last words to me. There's something I haven't told you, Vincenzo.” Her voice lowered to a hushed tone.

“Amor Vicint Omnia. What does it mean?” He quirks an amused brow and lifts his hand to the tattoo. “It means… love conquers all. Those were the words that my mother used to say when she and my father argued. I will never forget them.” His words touch my soul. I lean down and kiss the tattoo and rest my hand over his steadily beating heart.

Nancy says and Mrs Gail rolls her eyes. “You are just like Amari. Its only new testament in your head. My bible also says, ‘But if there is harm, then you shall pay life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot, burn for burn, wound for wound, stripe for stripe.’ Exodus 21 verse 23 to 25 my sister. Go read it. I should go put sarin on that witch.” “Sister Gail!”