Bohemian Finger Tattoos Novels & Stories

Stammering, as she was about to get up from the ground, I pulled her towards me, grabbing her arms. Her back met with the front of my body, our breath deepened as our bodies touched. Her long silky hair spread across my face, and I got lost in the fragrance as my fingers caressed her bare arms under her dupatta. My eyes were drawn to the star tattoo behind her ear once again, and I couldn't resist the urge to touch it. Slowly, my fingers inched closer, gently caressing the delicate ink. It was a beautiful tattoo, and ever since I laid eyes on it, my fingers had longed to feel its texture. Even though I had touched it last night, an instant desire to touch it again crossed my mind.

At least he had a shirt on that day. Then something caught my eye. On his left pec, near his heart, there was now a tattoo. Unconsciously I stepped forward so I could get a closer, better look at the newly designed tattoo. It was the name 'Baby B' in cursive italics. Under the name were two red roses in the form of an 'x'. My fingers were itching to touch the newly done tattoo but I knew better.

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p

Chapter Thirteen— Always a fuckboy Phoebe's POV Seth slept soundly beside me. I couldn't stop staring at the tattoos covering his back. They were beautiful; intricate designs of roses, skulls and dark patterns that somehow suited him perfectly. Curiosity got the better of me, I slowly reached out and Traced one of the larger tattoos with my fingertip, feeling the raised ink on his warm skin. Near his left shoulder blade, I noticed a name written in elegant script.

Her mesmerizing and radiant beauty and the graceful curve of her figure, a captivating silhouette, drew his gaze like a moth to a flame. Her eyes, akin to liquid emerald pools, shimmered in the light, and he found himself ensnared in her eyes – where he felt the intoxicating pull of drowning within their captivating depths. Yet, it was the way she ogled at him that stole his breath away. Her eyes fixated on his tattoos, drawn to the intricate details inked into his skin. On his left arm, the Celtic Knot work with Fangs unfolded a captivating narrative, where fangs seamlessly blended with ancient Celtic motifs. The Veins and Blood tattoo, like a river of life, traced mesmerizing paths within

I never expected that in this life, I would use that memory to give it a name to tame it. Black flames erupt and consume my hand. I managed to draw it back but that black flame continues to linger on my hand. It doesn’t burn, though, but it is gradually subsiding. It burns smaller and continues to shrink in size until it is fully gone. All that remains is a black diamond tattoo on the side of my ring finger.

It was a dragon over a vampire cross and a wolf in the yin yang shape. I looked at my father who told me to go over to the still water and look at my chest. I walked to the water he pointed to and looked down. My chest held a yin yang the same as Jax's. He really is my true mate. I was staring at the water when I felt this goddess awful pain in my finger. I looked at my finger and saw a tattoo forming. Confused and worried I looked to my father, for answers, he was smiling and shaking his head. I looked back to my finger and it was a band like a ring but it was on my middle finger.

he demanded, capturing her fingers in a tight grip. He covered her much smaller hand and forced it to his hair roughened chest. He held her hand tightly for a moment until he was certain she wouldn't take her fingers away when he loosened his hold. Her eyes stayed on his tattoo as she traced the pattern. It was some kind of pagan tattoo, almost Celtic, but in the shape of a four-sided, bladed weapon. It protected his heart. She traced her fingertips over the intricate knots, fascinated by the depth of the work. Her nail accidentally scraped against his flat nipple, drawing a hiss from him. Her eyes flew to his and she nearly snatched her hand back. "Don't stop," he growled from between gritt

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

They practiced, took a break, and practiced some more. Aside from Cassiel's hot and steamy routine, she found something interesting. It was Zacharias' tattoo. It was a bit blurry in some of the videos. But in one of the clips, where Zacharias takes a look at the gifts, his left ring finger has a tattoo. It was like a permanent wedding band. It was a simple line around his finger that may seem subtle and lowkey. But if it’s on the left ring finger then it would send in a pretty obvious message.