Bible Verse Tattoos Men Novels & Stories

Another tattoo: ‘Darkness is real, and it’s the best place to be’ Why would that be the best place to be? “Why are your tattoos sad?” I question, kneading his precious spinous process. “They’re not all sad. Different seasons of my life…” “Were you sad in the past?” He shrugs, a leisurely smile playing on his lips. Another tattoo beneath his neck: ‘Psalm 139:14’ “You’ve got a Bible scripture,” I note out loud. “See. Not all of them are sad. I’ve got two of those.”

He brought his hands up in surrender, letting out a series of small laughs. Silence filled the room for a few minutes as I finished eating. As Alex leaned over the counter, I now had a full view of the tattoos that covered his forearms the overhead lights illuminating the details. "Can I ask you something?" I asked, biting my lip to which he nodded. "Like madness is the glory of this life," I quoted the sentence on his arm. "Timon of Athens Shakespeare, right?" "Yes it is," He answered, a bit taken

Before bed, he strips down to his boxers and slips beneath my sheets without hesitation. Not because we’re lovers. Not because we’re teammates. Because we’re both. And because sleep doesn’t come easy when your heart’s still on high alert. I lay against his chest, fingers drawing circles over one of his tattoos. The one that says: not made for mercy. “I still don’t know what this one means,” I whisper. He shifts. “It’s for the people who thought I wouldn’t survive.” “And now?” “Now I keep it as a reminder.” “That they were wrong?”

he cleared his throat as he shook my hand with a radiant smile on his face. I glanced at the quote tattooed on his forearm 'The lord is my shepherd; I shall not want' "Hi.. pleasure meeting you Derick" I smiled back at him. Then I noticed a binary tattoo on his neck. He turned to converse with Jason. They seem to know each other pretty well. The way they smiled, laughed and made eye contact with each other tells they were happy to meet again. "Your girlfriend is pretty, nice choice bro" he teased Jason's arm.

The man with the tattooed arm smiled hideously and said in a cold voice, "Boy, you don't know how to write the word 'death', do you? Okay, I'll teach you today. I'll let you know what is powerful." After that, the man with tattoos raised his fist. Just when everyone thought Samuel would be beaten up and that he was asking for trouble by meddling in other people's business, even the young lady thought that he was crazy. Why did he have to provoke such a person? Samuel was still in mid-air, punching the man's fist, making him unable to move an inch. The man with the tattooed arm was shocked. Although his muscles were piled up with protein powder, it was not something that ordinary people could

The only word that came to mind was drool worthy. My eyes were drawn to the tattoos that littered his body. The ones that lined his chest and ribs caught my attention and I badly wanted to know what they were. My fingers twitched at my sides wanting to go over there and run them across the tattoos. He threw his shirt off to the side and turned fully towards me. I couldn't stop myself from asking. "What are your tattoos of?" "Oh these." He glanced down at the ones on his chest. "This one," He pointed to the symbol on his left peck. "is the Marine's symbol. And this says 'Move mountains or die trying'." He touched the quote that was on his ribs.

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.”

"Uh-huh, and he was clearly not staring at you like you're a goddess. Sometimes, I think you just have a pretty head on your shoulders but yet you're so dense when it comes to men. That man was flirting with you and you made a total fool of yourself. You should have flirted back, but you couldn't utter a word. I don't blame you though, he's really hot." "What are you talking about? Besides, did you see his tattoo? He's branded by the devil, there's no way someone like him and someone like me can end up together. We're worlds apart." "Oh please, he did that to himself, not the devil and his tattoo was nice. You're so obsessed with church. If you ask me, I think that men with tattoos are the n

“What’s up, Aussie?” I curled into a ball and blocked whatever he said to the man down under. A few moments later, he came back and kissed me on my exposed shoulder. “Did you make a plan?” “They will brief us on the plan. What does that tattoo mean?” Shit. I thought he didn’t notice it. “It’s in Arabic. It means, every sun has to set.” “That sounds deep yet sad.” I turned and faced him. He looked so menacingly handsome and relaxed, not the brutal, ruthless mafia that people feared. “It means everything has an end. We should enjoy life and live to the fullest because tomorrow is not guaranteed.”

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'."