Bohemian Finger Tattoos Novels & Stories

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

Along with them are the New School and Watercolor which I think has something in common, they just look a little bit alike but you'll see the difference if you'll look at it closely. There's Flowers, Letterings such as calligraphy, Trash Folks which consist of almost every element but using only a black and red ink that made it more bold and dark. But the design that really had my attention was the Biomechanical tattoo, the details are so fine that if you won't take a good look at it, you might think it's a real tool attached to the skin. So amazing. "You wanna have your skin inked?"

Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V. Danica placed her clothes on the footstool at the end of the bed and raised her hand to touch his arm, glancing at Lorenzo for permission. *********** *LORENZO* I held my breath as she traced the outline of my tattoo, her finger skirting across my skin, her light touch echoing through my body, toward my groin, and I suppressed a groan. “Did it hurt?” I grimaced. “I could endure the pain. Are you interested in getting one?”

When Queenie accidentally touched the Hexbloom, Felix had to treat her immediately, leaving her in nothing but underwear due to the unusual circumstances. In that vulnerable state, he could not help but notice every detail of her body, including places he should not have seen. On Queenie's back, near her right shoulder, there was an intriguing tattoo that initially appeared to be a cobra's head but also resembled a skull upon closer inspection. The design was particularly striking with its red-inked edges, and Felix could not help but recall seeing it somewhere before.

He was afraid that his sharp fangs would hurt his fragile, delicate mate. Lilly saw that the tattoo was on Declan's chest, right where his beating heart was. It’s as big as Lilly’s palm and looks like a Ylang flower and a crescent moon in a circle, surrounded by lines that look like some tree vines. Meanwhile, Luca got the tattoo on his right, lower stomach, just on his sexy hips. And Finn has it on his right shoulder. The color of it is also different for the three of them. Declan is blue, Luca is white, and Finn is purple.

We’re both pretending like I have some power in this situation, when the truth is, I’ve never been more vulnerable in my life. Who is this stranger? And what the hell happened to him? He turns, moving to the back of his truck. He grabs a gas can and a lantern, flicking the old-fashioned flame to life before handing it to me. That's when I notice his hands are covered in intricate tattoos, including his fingers. The hand holding the lantern is inked with a rose. There are more words and symbols I don't recognize trailing down his knuckles. It looks like pictures I've seen of mafia tattoos. Something to denote membership and rank. Achievements.

I waggled my eyebrows, piquing his curiosity. Our fingers were interlaced. I was also holding Delilah’s hand while he held Nadine’s hand. It was crowded inside, but there was room to maneuver in and out of the crowds. Booths were set up to display and sell their art, merchandise, and supplies. Some booths were actually set up to tattoo. I smiled when I saw a henna booth for the younger ones who would like to participate and get a tattoo of their own but were too young. Henna was something that he did for our pups because they all thought our tattoos were cool.

“Saturday?” The doctor made a hmm noise, apparently not impressed with this man helping me. No surprise. Doctors were no fun. “How many fingers amI holding up?” Ronan translated. I stared at his other hand resting on his knee, at the tattoos on his fingers in between the first and second knuckles. One was a cross, another a raven. The third, a king of hearts playing card. Ink and déjà vu. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but I couldn’t stop myself from touching him, from drawing an index finger down the tattooed raven. The whispered words were pushed from my depths by an irresistible force.

On the left side of his back, I saw a compass tattoo. But what piqued my curiosity the most was a lone tattoo at the left bottom of his back. There were two hands. One was big and bulky, indicating that it was of man's. The other was slim and slightly smaller in size, indicating that it was of a woman's. Both hands were at a little distance away from each other and were connected through the chains. They were facing away from each other as if trying to oppose the chains. Beneath the tattoo, I noticed some lettering.

His hair was wet, and he had nothing but boxers on. I had a vivid view of his tattoos. Adorning his back was a fierce-looking wolf, jaws agape and poised to seize its prey. On his chest, a heart ensnared in thorny vines bled profusely, the tendrils winding their way to a blossoming rose, seemingly coloured by the lifeblood drawn from the heart. Positioned on the left side of his chest was a strikingly fierce yet captivating eagle. Additional intricate designs adorned his arms, crafted with bold strokes of black ink. The well-defined muscles accentuated the synergy between his movements and the artistic lines. I found myself pondering about the talented artist behind these captivating creatio