Bible Sayings Tattoos Novels & Stories

Timotheus snatched the Bible from Ferran’s hand and opened it as if he was so familiar with the book. “John 3:16… John 3:16…” Timotheus opened the Bible and saw the highlighted verse. “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” He read. “What about the numbers 17, 18, 19, 20, 21?” Czaquira asked. “Maybe the words?” Timotheus was confused for a while.

His voice was firm, and it felt almost like he was reminding himself of a truth he so often forgets. “Why not?” “I don’t like the idea of ink on my skin. Besides, my skin is perfect the way it is. Why would I imperfect it by getting a tattoo?” “Sounds like what a Christian would say.” “Hmm.” He didn’t refute my words, an action that in fact speaks for itself.

Raya felt a flush spread across her skin that had nothing to do with the needle’s sting. “Why a phoenix?” Tobi asked, changing the subject but keeping his voice intimate, as if they were sharing secrets. “Rebirth,” she answered simply. “I went through... a difficult time last year. This is my reminder that I rose from it.” He nodded, his expression softening. “The best tattoos always have stories. They’re not just decoration, they’re armor. History. Promise.” He leaned closer to work on a particularly delicate curve, his breath warm against her neck. Raya’s heart hammered against her ribs, and she was certain he could feel it through the contact points between their bodies.

Me staring at a naked guy for the second time in my damn life. My breath caught in my throat, trapped. I was trapped. My eyes completely rebelled against my brain's frantic commands to look the fuck away. Instead, they traced the dark, heavy ink of a tattoo etched across his upper shoulder blades. Three words, bold and unyielding: "Built Through Pain." The script wasn't flashy or arrogant. It felt heavy. It looked like a scar turned into art—a quiet testament to something survival-driven. A strange, unbidden ache blossomed in my chest just looking at it.

"Be nice. He was just doing what you said." "Yeah, but I was doing something a whole lot more important." Thomas rubbed a hand over his head as a tiny glint of sunlight highlighted the tattoo on his upper arm and shoulder. Instinctively, I smoothed a finger over the intricate design. "What does this mean?" Thomas flexed his bicep, glancing at the tattoo. "Which one? I picked three Greek symbols and combined 'em." "What's this one?" I ran my finger around the dark circular pattern. Goosebumps rushed over his arm as he stared at my lips. "Strength."

They were studying. Tishe actually studies?! Now I feel like a fool for judging her. "I mean he's smart and hard working. What's not to like?" Sapphire said, a dreamy look in her eyes. I cringed. The knowledge that Sapphire had a crush on me made me feel very uncomfortable. Tishe took out an apple from her bag. "There's a verse in the Bible that says 'If God be with me, who can be against me?'. Most people say nobody. I say everybody." She took out her glasses, cleaned them and put them on.

There was a small smile on his face when he was talking about his memories. She could feel that he was cherishing his memories. He turned his head to her and replied, "Be What You Are." "Huh?" Her question reflected her bewilderment. "The meaning of this tattoo is, Be who you are." He explained it to her. "Oh." She gave his tattoo another glance and studied it. She could not help but blush as she looked openly at his bare chest. "Your thoughts are really deep. I would never have guessed that the meaning of your tattoo could be something like that. I am completely floored."

His eyes went to the dead body on the ground. Zoey growled, but lifted her fork and knife and cut into her meat. The tenderness and enticing aroma made her tummy happy. Zoey was about to deposit the food in her mouth when Titus rose to the floor. "Barnabas," his voice was raucous as he spoke. He worked the tip of his tail to smack the scrap of flesh from Zoey's hand. The steam hovered in the air, showcasing that it was prepared not long ago. That was when Zoey saw it. Barnabas's tattoo. An eagle being crushed by a serpent was burnt in the middle of the flesh. "Everyone, stop eating. This isn't fish or chicken." Everyone froze.

“We’re going to keep it simple…” “Like?” “Since we’re going to be together…” I paused turning his back towards the bed and pushing him unto it… “I want the tattoo to spell out ‘mio’” “…Meaning?” He asked raising a brow at me “It means…” I paused then stared at him “Jerk” “Really?” “Just kidding” “What does it mean?” “Look it up… that’s what I’m going to be tattooing on your wrist” “But tell me what it means first”

he agrees, and eyes then drop to where my hand is, “It says whatever it takes. It’s in Latin, and that’s why you can’t read it.” “Oh.” “The second one on my rib is in French, for under the sun there is a way.” He touches the one on his abdomen then speak, “The third is Italian, ‘Live, love, learn’.” “Maybe someday I would get a tattoo as well.” “Really?” I nod and bite down on my lower lips and a smile appears on his face as he stepped towards me, closing the space between us so that our bodies touch.