Bohemian Finger Tattoos Novels & Stories

Then he gestured his hand towards our back. "I'm Thunder." Then she leaned on the wall. "I'm Boston." I took a glance at the guy who talked to Rhyme earlier. A tattooed man. He shifted his position, then he pointed his shoulder. He shoved his black shirt to show me his BRIT tattoo, the fifth that I saw in his skin based on my quick count as I scanned his arms. I was stunned after realizing that Rhyme also had that on his wrist. But the guy named Boston had it in his right arm and it was bigger. I nodded to myself.

on his chest beckoned me, its tiny letters igniting a spark within. My mind's eye roamed to his hands, where a skull sat regally at the back of his long fingers, and a wolf's head gazed fiercely from the right hand's backdrop. An eagle soared on his left, wings spread wide. On his upper arms, colorful flowers bloomed, their petals unfolding like tiny works of art. As I committed each design to memory, I marveled at the tapestry of his tattoos, I was too far gone in my head that I totally forgotten I should be thinking of a way to leave this place, not thinking about his tattoos.

But close enough to the spirit of Lysander’s betrayal. Cyprian leaned back. He tapped his fingers on the leather armrest. He looked at her reflection in the darkened window. The image was ghostly—a woman in red, superimposed over the passing city. In the reflection, the "Thornless Rose" tattoo on his neck seemed to hover right next to her cheek. A rose without thorns. A symbol of beauty that couldn't hurt you. Or perhaps, a symbol of something that had been stripped of its defenses.

How come I didn't notice them before, His nerves were popping up and Tattoos on his fingers speak of trouble, on his left hand's little finger, has a skull and thick arrow with star lines inside and at the corner " blame "was written in beautiful curving writing. On the other finger, there was a big thick scissor and at the left corner of the finger, there was "hate "written in block letters. The middle one has feature dripping black dots below it was eye-catching and beautiful, at the left corner of the finger "love" was written in cursive writing

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

In black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.

The word was hard and I trailed my fingers over him, knowing these symbols sometimes meant there was a thick scar which has been covered but somehow, I was still fascinated by every one of them. Maybe because I already knew he was far from been a good boy because it was obviously a gunshot scar but the tattoo was a burning flame. “Tell me what one means.” “No.” I couldn’t stop touching him not only because he was hands-down the sexiest man I’d ever seen but because he was the most fascinating cold-mannered professional on the outside, and a dirty-playing criminal below the surface. I wrapped my hand around the flame tattoo on his arm. “This one, please tell me what this one means and then I’

She has wide, bow-shaped lips, a small straight nose, and tattoos on both arms and hands of smoke that starts between her knuckles and swirls up and around her arms. He knows it flows up to and around her shoulders, meeting up with a back tattoo of a phoenix with some flowers, creating an intricate backdrop for the bird. The flowers have the names of those she's lost along the way hidden in their stamens and petals. She cups Kai’s cheek and he sighs, leaning into her touch,

He turned to get his clothes from the dresser and froze. Bianca was asleep on the bed, and his new roommate slept in the nude. She was on her side, back to him. Her ass was as perfectly shapely as he'd thought last night, but her back... that was the real shocker. Her entire back was covered in a tattoo. Starting just below her waist were flames rising up, above her left buttock was a cathedral in flames, above the right a forest ablaze both images rising up almost to her ribs. Between them was a Phoenix rising from the ashes, its wings outstretched running up to her shoulder blades, its head was looking to the left, body wreathed in the flames that were consuming the forest and cathedral. H