Novel & Cerita Bible Verse Tattoos Men

Axel gave the tattoo on Tessa's ribs a quick peck before heading back up and stopping at one of Tessa's hardened Areola peaks. "I can't tell you; you'll have to find out for yourself." Tessa's breath caught in her throat. Axel's tongue was expertly playing between her twins. "Let's find it." Axel's eyes searched carefully for where Tessa had hidden her other tattoo "I found it...' Redundancy' is what it means." Axel nuzzled Tessa's waist, where a small inscription was tattooed. "Loving someone who loves you back is Greek." "Sexy." Axel liked the word choice and philosophy of Tessa's tattoo.

He’d promised Iris he wouldn’t tell. Unbidden, the tattoo on Iris’ back flashed up in front of his eyes again, and his hands tightened into fists. In his life, he’d seen a lot of ugly things that people could inflict on each other, and in some ways, he’d thought that he’d seen it all. But that tattoo, that word in jet-black ink, stretching from shoulder to shoulder across Iris’ delicate back… CUNT God, he hated that word, hated it worse than any other he could think of. It was demeaning and degrading, it was a verbal kicking of a woman when she was already down. It was cowardly and vile, and it told him everything he needed to know about Gideon.

Noah said. Daniel enlarged the image. Beneath the man’s sleeve was a faded tattoo. Five narrow vertical lines crossed by a single horizontal slash. Noah stared at it. His heartbeat quickened. A memory surfaced without warning. Five young men sitting around a fire after training. One of them rolled up his sleeve and laughed. “Five of us. One mark. So none of us ever forget.” The memory vanished almost as quickly as it came. Noah closed his eyes. “I’ve seen that tattoo.”

He gives me apologetic eyes and moves back to the wardrobe to pick out his clothes in it and I follow, he reaches in to pick out his shirt and I see the large but beautiful tattoo of the word Rogue wrapped up in black wings on his back and my eyes trail down to the written words he had tattooed on the right side of his ribcage, the one he told me what it meant over a year ago. I try to read out every word written there even if it's barely showing from his sitting position and the fact that he already has a black T-shirt over his head, "Si pasas por el infierno, sigue adelante." my hand slowly raises his clothe to traces it and I can feel how his body tenses up almost immediately, "you told m

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.

His tattoos are exposed as he flexes his arm to reach for a cigarette from Zack. He should be careful, his liver will only last so long. Asshat. "What's a pretty girl like you doing on her own?" __________________ Vote Comment Your weight doesn't define your health! ~T

She opened her eyes and the contractile aperture in the chocolate brown coloured iris of large doleful eyes caught the letters, Luke 11:45 "For there is nothing covered that will not be revealed, nor hidden that will not be known" Sre knew that verse. He'd whispered those same words as he'd run his hard calloused palm down her naked body. Sreya could remember it all. Clearly. Too clearly. She could remember how he'd touch her. Gently drag his hand down her skin in a lover's caress. She could remember the appreciation in his eyes and the tears in hers. She could remember the bible verses he muttered each time he was around her. Each time he was erect. She remembered the way he'd burn his fles

She leant over, pressing a kiss to his supple cheek and sighed disappointedly, relaxing back on the chair, her head rested next to Archer’s arm. She stayed there, watching him. His face blissfully serene, she observed the tattoos along the soft planes of his chest, tracing her fingers gently over the words that littered his ribs. “Strength does not come from what you can do, it comes from overcoming things you thought you could not.” Her body relaxed as she read the words, understanding the power they held.

The door to his room was half open and I could see him changing, he was muttering something while undoing his shirt and revealing my greatest desire, I stood there, my body leaned against the door frame as I cross my arm and look at his perfect muscled body, His back was facing me as he rummaged through the closet to find a t-shirt, my lips voluntarily curved as I imagine my lips on those babies, Without any layer not only I could see the perfect mysteries but now his tattoo was also fully exposed, I drool my eyes at the first tattoo he had on his shoulder blades; two wings, one broken, the other hand stitches to support it, there was a phrase written in cursive that said " Love cures Poison

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.