Bible Verse Tattoos Men Novels & Stories

He can’t spare me, no matter how compliant I am. He stands from the bed and removes every piece of clothing from his body. The tattoos expand from his chest to his stomach, down to his strong torso. Black ink against his tanned skin. There are so many things written in Russian. But one particular thing catches my eye, it’s on his left torso, big and clear, “ To forgive is to sin.” The words send shivers racing down my spine. Who on earth writes something like that on their body? Not just write, but brand it into their skin permanently.

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.

she muttered. He raised it up to his chest, revealing a tat that looked like Asian writing. “Nice ink,” she breathed out as she sat up a bit more to get the best view of him. “What does it mean?” He shrugged. “Maybe someday I will tell you, bossy girl.” He then lifted the shirt higher. She caught writing on his arms. “Wait…. Keep your arms up. Greer rolled his eyes, but he did it. Under one arm was the inked words Strength & Honor. She gazed at the other. Enlightenment. What an odd thing for a man to have as a tattoo. “Damn…” Her panties just got wet as her breathing picked up.

“ And I’m Diamond. “ A hard voice from a man can be heard from the side. His eyes were icy and his hair was curled. But what surprised me the most was that, he have a lot of earrings in his ears. I can even see a huge tattoo from his right arm. Though he’s not my ideal type of guy, but he’s still an amazing one. His looks proves it. “ The sin of pride. “ He added. Why do I feel that I need the ten commandments now? They are all classified as sins but why do they have a perfect physical appearance? I shook my head and looked at the guy who’s obviously in his deepest thoughts. Seems like his mind is not here.

‘’Yes,’’ I answered sheepishly. Apart from his beautiful features, I get to admire some ink of his that are visibly available for my eyes. There was this one quote that caught my attention though, it’s written in Cyrillic script. ‘Life is nothing more than a nightmare, but death, the longing sleep dreams of life.’ The letters are in cursive writing tattooed on his neck, barely noticeable because it was being toppled over by a few stronger marks. A tail of a dragon was creatively cloaking the script, I’ve seen that dragon ink once, in that bathroom incident. I averted my gaze from him as soon as I realized I was staring too long. Scolding myself for being stupid. I shouldn’t be admiring him.

Finding his gaze unnerving, she instantly flickered her gaze down. Her cheeks flushed when she realized he wasn’t wearing any shirt. His rugged body resembled a canvas. A number of tattoos spread across his tanned chest. There was a tattoo of a serpent designed on his upper left chest and the other side had roman numbers written on it. Her eyes traveled down his bulging biceps and paused at a tattoo that caused her a tinge of discomfort. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed the evil symbol, a sigil of Baphomet branded on his bicep. Being a devotee of god, the discovery scandalised her. Why would anyone get that? Not a moment later, she realized it wasn’t the only one, he also had an un

Here I thought his tattoos were only on his hands but turns out it wasn't only them. His back was full of tattoos but one caught my attention in particular, it looked like an Angel that's on its knees, the wings looked broken and above it were two hands, holding one another tightly with the word brother written underneath them and above the Angel… the fallen angel. Ray loved his brothers more than I could ever imagine, to the point where he tattooed his own body with a constant reminder of it. Something I could never have unless it's Malia we are talking about. Alana, focus.

Her breath caught hard in her throat, her mouth drying out until she couldn't even swallow. He was massive. Every single inch of his upper body looked like it had been carved out of stone. Thick, corded muscle wrapped around his wide shoulders and arms, tapering down into razor-sharp abdominal lines and a lean waist. On his ribs, a vicious black serpent tattoo twisted across his skin. Across the broad, scarred expanse of his back, bold Spanish script stood out in dark ink: La lealtad se paga con sangre. Viola stood completely rooted to the floor, her cheeks burning with an intense, humiliating heat.

“I want you all to listen to Pastor John now as he leads us in scripture and prayer at this time in history. This is a momentous occasion that should be remembered and cherished. Pastor John, the stage is yours.” The pastor stepped up, held up his bible and said, “Whoever sheds the blood of man, and by man shall his blood be shed, for God made man in his own image, Genesis 9:6. These evil people shed the blood of man, and now we will send them to God for their righteous punishment. Pray with me, moreover, you shall accept no ransom for the life of a murderer, who is guilty of death, but he shall be put to death.” Rancid shook his head in disgust. “I think he’s cherry picking scripture, I hat

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”