Bible Verse Tattoos Chest Novels & Stories

Then her eyes landed on a very small cursive writing on the left side of his chest. She squinted her eyes so she could see it clearly. Then her eyes widened. 'ARIEON' was written on it with little hearts and a small sun. Why would he tattoo my name to his body? Especially on his left chest?, she thought as she looked back at him. He looked so beautiful and innocent while he slept. She couldn't believe she was still in love with him. I'll still love you even if you'll never love me, a tear slipped down her cheek as she traced the tattoo with her fingers.

She blushes red but then, suddenly her eyes fall on the left side of his chest. Her lips part when she reads the calligraphy written on his chiseled chest. It is her name. Her fucking name is inked on his chest. She has noticed his tattoos already but she could not read the word as she never saw it with closeness. But now, it is only amazing to her. It is this craze that he has agreed to get his name inked on his chest. It is the passion of love which gives you the courage to do impossible things by pushing your fear away. It is madness.

It made me want to reach out and trace the hard lines as well as the tattoos on it. He turned slightly and I caught sight of the rest of his body. The tattoo also covered the left side of his chest, black ink used to drag large wings. It was a raven, it was so detailed down to the sharp talons and the glint of its beady eyes. There were other drawings like a rose with the letter “E”. What does that mean? Family? Or perhaps..a lover? For some reason that thought made me bitter. Beneath it was a phrase written in Latin that flowed into his ribs.

Lighting flashed— and that’s when I saw them. Tattoos. Black ink snaking up his arms. Crosses, wings, words I couldn’t read fast enough. Bible verses, twisted and fierce. He looked like sin under heaven’s rain. “Battery’s dead,” he called over the thunder. “You leave your lights on?” “Maybe.” I muttered. My cheeks were burning. He grinned. “Happens to the best of us.” And then, just because I clearly make decision that are very terrible for my life. I opened the door and I came out.

He undid the zipper of my dress and before I knew it, I was left in just my underwear and my heels. Not wanting to be the only one undressed, I pulled off his shirt and threw it somewhere I couldn't be bothered about, then moved back to admire his chest. Tattoos of different kinds were etched on his skin, each one a different story than the last. There was one particular one that caught my eye at the left side of his chest. It was " Carpe Diem." Written in cursive with small roses woven around the words. It was so beautiful that I knew it wasn't just a tattoo.

I inwardly murmured to myself. Ethan had a tattoo on his back. Right across his shoulders were medium- sized horizontal wings. They looked a little Goth and almost Greco-Roman in their black inked starkness. I loved the quote underneath the wings. No more yielding but a dream. I saw it in the shower when he turned to get the soap.

Her completely naked body was now facing her man’s view. “What’s the matter, baby?” She eyed him carefully up and down and her gaze stopped on his muscular chest. She starred at that part for a few minutes. On his chest had appeared a new black tattoo in the shape of the letter ‘S’. It was surrounded by nine different greek characters.

Pure, unholy sin. My hands moved on their own, sliding up his chest, tracing the tight lines of muscle beneath his warm olive skin. My fingers brushed the tattoo inked into his ribs, the Italian cross, the Latin carved beneath it. Mors tua, vita mea. Your death, my life. His grip tightened on my waist. He pushed me back, and my spine met the cold marble wall with a gasp. The contrast between his heat and the chill behind me sent a shiver all the way down to my toes. Zach’s lips left mine and dropped to my neck, kissing, biting, branding me with sins no holy water could ever cleanse.

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

Adam began to crush the woman's red lips. His hands roughly and impatiently took off the remaining cloth that was still attached to cover the woman's innocent body. While Adam's lips and tongue moved actively to crush the woman's lips to the point where the woman under his body was at a loss. Satisfied with playing on the woman's lips, now Adam's tongue went down to the woman's chest, which now began to look resigned under her control. she pulled the red bra until now showing a pair of beautiful mounds that looked challenging in her eyes.