Couple Fingerprint Tattoo 소설 & 이야기

“He had a partner. Both of them stole almost a million from me. They split it and ran away the moment I found out.” “Oh.” I looked down. I don’t think I like talking to him about his job. It’s intense- he was intense. Despite being blessed with great looks, he was dangerous. What he does makes lives unpredictable… especially for him. He was the leader and I’m sure a lot of dangerous men like himself are after him. My eyes suddenly caught the tattoos that adorned his fingers. This managed to make me divert the subject. “Can I see your hands?” He raised a brow questioningly. Either way he reached out his hand for me to take it. The forefinger and the pinky have wings. One wing on each side. Th

We didn't have rings, so we were going to get matching tattoos. "What do we get?" I asked him. "Not something big, I don't think your parents will be proud to find out that you got a massive tattoo with a stranger" he said and I nodded. "Let's get the number 16 with a heart beside it, between our ring finger and middle finger" he said and I nodded immediately. I smelled like cake, Hell I had cake all over my body. I couldn't wait to eat it, so I started in the car. It was a good smell so I didn't mind and I don't think my husband did either.

I cut in. She purses her lips, sniffling indignantly. She scans my profile, then my body, noticing the calloses on my hands and fingers. I take the moment to look at her as she shifts the weight of the basket again, switching hands, her child-sized, delicate fingers catching the hazy sunlight drifting through the window at our backs. But it’s the tattoo on her ring finger that jolts me back into my body with a start. I step toward her before I can stop myself, my eyes narrowed and honed on the symbol–a circle with two lines just off center.

He put one hand on Erriene’s thigh, moving it up and down his skin, and Erriene only burrowed himself closer. Erriene was a lot better like this, docile. He liked it. Something had caught his eye and his smile turned into a grin when he saw the newly formed tattoo-like mark of a ring around Erriene’s ring finger and middle finger on his left hand. His ring. The one on the ring finger was a swirl of gold and silver intertwining each other and is the mark of their marriage, while the red and blue swirls around the middle finger was a mark of their strong bond which signifies that they had consummated their marriage.

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.

I asked, eyes narrowed on the images. “No, boss,” Kola said, sliding another set of pictures toward me, this time of the men I’d killed in the shootout. “But we found something odd about these two bodies.” I arched a brow, waiting. “They had their fingerprints smudged off. Both of them. And… they had a tattoo of a cross behind their heads. Also, they smelled funny.” “Funny?” I repeated flatly.

Leave more marks on her? He brought the back of her hand to his cheek, and she pushed down the acid that sprang to her throat. She wanted him to go away. He showed her the tattoo on his middle finger. There was another tattoo of CB on his fourth finger. It was that way, so they could always be together in whatever situation. So stupid of her to have agreed to him getting a tattoo of their initials. “Charles and Leila together forever. Did you forget?” How could she forget the biggest mistake of her life? Making a vow to a psychopath was worse than dating him. He hugged her with a firm gentleness she might have appreciated all those years ago. Now, she wanted out of this place, out of his sig

taking my head shaking from side to side as a no, he continued, "Divine coupling is a marriage of souls. You and I are bound to each other by all the elements and in every way. Heart, body, and soul. It's much like a normal wedding, without the fortune spent on ridiculous parties and cakes and dresses. It is much more intimate for our kind and it is something that we do not choose for ourselves. We trust that our magic knows what we need and trust me Saraid, I needed you." I glanced down at my left hand which was palm down on the bed and holding most of my weight. "Is that what this is?" I asked, sitting up so I could show him the mysterious tattoo like mark on my finger. "Much like normal h

The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if they were painted fresh daily. As I turned my arm over, I could see where it looked as if two tail ends were touching. Resting in the middle was a circle, clearly it was made in the image of the moon. Plopping myself down on the couch to stop my pacing, I traced my tattoo gently with my fingertips. Tadeas had a matching tattoo also on his left wrist. They were simple, elegant, and powerful, I thought. It was hard to explain, having this on my wrist allowed me to feel as if he was always with me.

“Do you notice a small tattoo just below the thumb and the forefinger?” I looked closely. It was a tattoo design of an Anchor. She reached out for my right hand and inspected the place there. A zing of pleasure went through my body as her fingers traced that part of my skin and I was finding it hard to concentrate on what she was saying because my body was humming with her touch. “Are you listening to what I’m saying?” “Yeah...I heard you.” She put her hands on her hips and shot daggers at me. “Repeat what I said.”