Bible Verse Tattoos Chest Novels & Stories

I shuddered as I watched Ace slowly rid himself of his shirt. Tattoos I hadn't noticed since seeing him came into view. It was everywhere on his skin, the suit did well in covering it. A dragon was running down his shoulder blade to his torso at his back. Both hands inked with tattoos I didn't quite catch. However, the one that caught my eye was a Bible quote running from his earlobe to the nape of his neck. “I can do all things to Christ who strengthens me.” the quote read. I didn't picture Ace to be a religious person or maybe it was just a daily quote. A mantra or something.

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

The concoction seemed to have made me more sensitive as well. My vision turned blurry as my body heated up once more. A deep flush spread across my skin. I clung to the vine that was wrapped across my chest, staring at it with hazy eyes before asking, "Do you like me, divine god of the tree?" The divine tree rustled its branches as if in approval of my question. I threw myself into it. I thought about all the ways the men had described that made the process more pleasurable as I clung to the vines desperately.

I turned to my side to study him quietly. In sleep, he looked younger. All the sharp lines he always had written all over his face have softened and his brow looks relaxed. He looked… human. My eyes traveled down his bare chest, my eyes traced the faint lines of muscle, and I saw the subtle scars I had noticed before but decided not to ask about them. Then my gaze stopped, and I looked closely. On his arm. He had a dark, crescent-shaped birthmark just below his shoulder. It didn't look large but it was impossible to miss once you saw it.

I turned my head on purpose and revealed the faint reddish birthmark behind my ear. Luck was on my side. Mrs. Blake, wife of the richest man in the country, happened to see the red mark. Her hands shook as she took slow steps toward me. The moment her fingers brushed the mark, her eyes widened with disbelief and overwhelming joy. "My… My daughter!" As soon as she uttered those words, every guest attending the Donovan family's banquet erupted in shock. No one had expected that the daughter Mr. Blake and Mrs. Blake were searching for in Ashbourne was none other than the woman who had been viciously attacked online recently—Tessa Carter.

The bracelet looked the same, but the oval in the center was a vibrant red instead of blue. "This is a ruby. Rubies symbolize love. I hope whoever wears it can find their true love," she said, gazing back and forth between the two teenagers. Understanding the meaning behind her words, they hugged Brianna again in unison. "So, who are you going to give it to?" Brianna asked with a playful grin. "Oh, I'm not telling you," Abigail replied cheekily, prompting laughter from Brianna. "Why can't I know?" Brianna pressed on.

I smiled, “Thank you. Now I need to do the engraving. Wish me luck.” I engraved Bible passage, Jeremiah 17:14, “Heal me Lord and I will be healed, save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise.” I took it off the engraver and showed it to Theodore. He smiled as a tear ran down his cheek, “Sis, he will love this. Any wounded soldier would. There is a saying that goes, ‘There are no atheists on the battlefield’. I have found that to be true.”

V GOD! His chest is a-fucking-mazing! I won't be mad if he never wears another shirt. GASPS! O.M.G! Did he really..? "You got my name tattooed on you?!" I excitedly shriek. He has 'MY KEYA' tattooed on his abs in Old English font. Curved kinda like how Tupac has 'Thug Life' tattooed on his abs! Wow he must be really crazy about me! I am starting to fall for this guy, hard!

I wondered what he’d do if I actually did. The noise of the party faded the moment we slipped into the quieter back room. My pulse quickened as Christian reached for the hem of his shirt and slowly peeled it over his head, his hair tousling in the process. It was the first time I’d seen his chest bare, and the sight did something dangerous to my self-control. His muscles were sculpted, defined, like he’d been chiseled by someone with serious talent. His skin glowed with a healthy tan, and the line of hair leading into his jeans nearly undid me. My gaze traveled up and—there it was. A tattoo on the left side of his torso. Scripted lettering. One name.

Because if I looked—if I saw—I’d fall harder than I could ever afford to. But right now? I’m looking. And I fucking hate that I can’t look away. His body is a masterpiece of power. Carved abs. Broad shoulders. Veins on his arms like he’s always halfway to bursting. And his chest—God help me—his chest glistens like he walked out of some ad for sin itself. And then— Then I see it. That fucking tattoo. A lion’s head, snarling right in the center of his chest. Its mouth open like it’s about to roar. Eagle wings stretch from both sides, curling around his collarbones like a crown of chaos.