Romans & histoires Bible Verse Tattoos Small

Athena looked back at her with a similar frown, unable to understand the reason for her such expression. "Yes, and girls, I found something else as well." Athena said with a grin, making them frown at her while she ignored Suzanne's weird expression. She didn't want to think of anything else at that moment. "What is it?" Suzanne asked with a frown. Her tone was getting less and less warmer every second. "The letter 'N' was tattooed on Dominic's waist. That tattoo is the same as the sign in the book." Athena exclaimed with widened eyes, ready to get some reaction from their friends.

Sticky? I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked down. “Jesus fucking Christ!” There was a tattoo on my chest. Right over my heart. Black ink in elegant script: “property of Lorenzo King.” Small, precise letters framed by a tiny heart at the end. Dry cum flaked around the edges like obscene sealant. I collapsed back onto the pillows and stared up at the ceiling mirror. The reflection showed the same words staring back at me. Mocking me. Claiming me. “Oh god…”

And Ashton here gladly answered. For example—It was written in French on his left peck—Die Like A warrior, Live Like a King. Jax, absentmindedly traced small patterns against my kneecap, then dragged his fingers slowly up my thigh and back down — a lazy, unhurried movement that shouldn't have felt like anything at all, yet somehow felt like everything. It soothed me. Kept me grounded. "You guys have too many tattoos," I murmured, fingertips brushing the crescent moon inked just below Ashton's throat. The ink stopped right before his jaw, a careful boundary, as though even the tattoos knew where to stop. They looked so nice on him. So fucking nice.

I never stopped to ask if he any other tattoos besides the ones on his arms. I get dressed into my clothes from yesterday and move around the bed, as quiet as a mouse, so I don't wake Atlas up. He's snoring softly when I lean down to read the small writing across his left shoulder blade. Against all the skulls, wolves and random designs on his arms, the small writing looks out of place, especially being on his back with no other tattoos. The writing is small enough that I have to get on my knees, so my eyes are inches away from his skin.

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

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he agrees, and eyes then drop to where my hand is, “It says whatever it takes. It’s in Latin, and that’s why you can’t read it.” “Oh.” “The second one on my rib is in French, for under the sun there is a way.” He touches the one on his abdomen then speak, “The third is Italian, ‘Live, love, learn’.” “Maybe someday I would get a tattoo as well.” “Really?” I nod and bite down on my lower lips and a smile appears on his face as he stepped towards me, closing the space between us so that our bodies touch.

I knew Christian's birthday was coming up and I wanted to surprise him. " I didn't know that! Where? “ " I'd better tell you in detail later " I disagreed. " I love your tattoo, what does it mean? " One of the girls asked Cam. " ohhh it's the serotonin molecule, it's the happiness hormone " she explained shyly, touching the design marked on her skin. " Well, since you're from the area, tell me about Davis' tattoo, it's really cool " Juddy lowered her tone. " Not just the tattoo, right," Claire added, drawing laughter from the girls, who cast discreet glances at Christian, making my blood boil, although I limited myself to putting a fake smile on my lips.

My fingers itched to trace its curves. "How about I ask you about the tattoo?" I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Ethan's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Ah, you've been staring." I denied it, but he just chuckled. "What does it mean?" I asked. "'Acta Non Verba' is Latin for 'Actions, not words,'" he replied. "I prefer actions to words. Words can be empty, but what I do, how I react, speaks volumes." His words resonated deeply.

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.