Bohemian Finger Tattoos Novels & Stories

I push away all the thoughts as the darkness leads me to the inside bar, the shelves lined up with vintage alcohol and wine gleams against my eye I sit on the bar stool, watching with gleam as the darkness mixes my alcohol, he’s wearing a button down shirt with the sleeves up to reveal those sexy tattoos, my heart seems to quicken anytime I see them. “A glass, angel?” He asks, setting the glass on the table. There’s this way that the darkness talks, calm and steady, like he doesn’t give a fuck of what world thinks. I wish I could talk like that. However, when he stretches his fingers, I see something that almost makes me want to drop dead, on his left fingers written in shimmering dark ink i

I don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to my father, as if this brings back memories of her own ceremony. She then says something in an unknown tongue and I feel a brief burning sensation on the fourth finger of my left hand. My eyes widen in shock when I see an intricate, woven tattoo with the letter V in the center - Vega and Volkova. “We all understand the gesture that you are now making. Taking the hand of the one who loves you is the symbol of the unspoken bond you two share; a bond you made when you were both five years old, and a bond that still persists.”

I take in his appearance one more time. Unlike me, my brother got the better genes of our parents. He’s got the tall height of our old man and the tanned skin of our mother. Dark eyes that sometimes look green, sometimes pale blue like mine. Hands that are fucking huge, fingers so long they could engulf the whole damn cup. His hair’s dark, unlike the blonde mess on Mom and me. But that’s not all there is. He has something unique of his own. Something you can’t miss. Tattoos sprawled all over his arms, chest, and even along the narrow curve of his throat. The back of his fingers has numbers inked on them, and his nails are chewed down to the quick, like he gnaws on them whenever the stress cr

Picking up my glass, I lightly sipped my alcohol, the stinging liquid coursing through my body. “We have, huh?” I said, putting my glass down with an intensity that made some of the stuff spill out. “Look at these pictures. Notice their hands. They all have the same tattoo on their hands… like the head of a cat or lizard. That must mean something. Find out the mafioso faction or any group with these types of tattoos and get back to me.” “Yes, boss,” he said, standing. He bent to pick up the pictures but I stopped him.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

Her fingers drift over the tattoo on my chest—a skull with roses twined around it, symbolizing a love that defies death. "Will we ever be alone in our own home again?" Maria whispers, her eyes filled with concern. I pull her close, and my lips brush against her earlobe. "We will, but right now, we have all night." I murmur back, and my hand moves along her inner thigh. I pause, staring into her golden eyes. She trembles slightly, and I slide my fingers inside her, feeling her wetness and heat. She gasps, biting her lip as I move slowly, teasing her. Her breath hitches, and her moans fill the room, mingling with the soft music. Her hips move in rhythm with my fingers, seeking more. Maria pull

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

He is gorgeous to behold. He had a tattoo on his right pectoral of a wolf howling. That continued down his upper arm to a forest scene, with a dark-haired woman kneeling amongst a black wolf, two gray wolves, and a solid white wolf. The woman appeared familiar to me, but I didn’t get the best look. There was another tattoo below it that encased his forearm in a skull with an ornate feather headdress. There was a black tribal bracelet tattooed around his wrist, and on the top of each finger were unique wooden arrows. Not one arrow was the same. On his other hand was a dream catcher with various feathers on his fingers.

"Also..." His fingers traced the rough and uneven surface of the skin above his back, his gaze narrowing slowly, containing a madness that no one could comprehend. On his unseen back, the skin was rough and uneven. Only his fingers could clearly feel it. Just like the six clan heads, in the same position, with the same pattern, and the same color. An exquisitely detailed blood-red maple leaf tattoo!