Cross Stitch Tattoo Novels & Stories

"How many tattoos do I have in total?" "Four." And he goes on to explain what they are. “The Crow tattoo on the back of your left shoulder, the tribal tattoo on your spine, the lotus flower on the back of your neck, and my mark, right here.” He gently caressed his mark on my left collarbone, and immediately, I felt the pull and comfort towards him. I nodded. “Okay, you're Ryan, okay.” He glared at me and I laughed. “Say my name again.”

"What is this?" His lips curved with a slow crooked grin, showing off his perfect set of teeth "my tattoo" Her throat worked on an involuntary swallow "I can see that but what does it mean?" the tattoo was in chinese so she could not understand and she was shocked mostly because Jordan had. K tattoos before so she was shocked to find out je had one. "it's Zuri's birthday i got it as a reminder of her"

Tattoos are usually an expression of oneself. She hesitates for a moment; I can see the turmoil in her eyes but eventually she nods. CJ comes closer to me and turns around. I grab the back of the tank top and lift it over her head while her arms are crossed in her front. The realistic tattoo is a full-colored piece with an intricate golden bird cage in the center with a wolf’s head howling at the moon, an owl with its wings open, and portraits of a bear, fox and mouse intermingled with beautiful wildflowers. I run my fingers over the tattoo. Tingles touch my fingertips sending pleasure through me, but what gets me more are the scars I feel and not just a few but many scars. Now that I think

Alexis sighed in relief. Alexis looked at Zylo then creased her forehead when she something on Zylo's neck. She stared at it seriously. "W-wait! What the fuck are you doing?!" Zylo exclaimed. "When did you put this tatoo in your neck?" Alexis asked. Zylo creased his forehead then held his neck. Alexis grabbed her mirror from her bag then showed the tattoo. Zylo's eyes widen when he saw the tattoo from his neck. It looks like a black circle with a small white circle in the middle.

Zach’s sketching something on a napkin with a half-dead pen, his sleeves pushed up just enough for the edge of one tattoo to peek through. It’s an angular design, geometric and sharp. I’ve stared at it more than once, wondering what it means. All of his ink looks deliberate. Scar-like. Every line says: I earned this. There’s another on his left hand, just beneath the knuckle, three dots. I don’t know what they stand for, and I haven’t asked. But sometimes, when he’s staring out the window, he rubs at it like he can’t forget what it cost him.

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.

“Tattoos?” “Yes.” She crossed her arms. “Don’t tell me you’ve lived centuries and never gotten inked. Today’s the day. Come on.” He studied her for a long moment, lips twitching as if amused by her defiance. Then, to her shock, he set the book aside. “Fine. But you’re choosing the design. I’ll only allow you to brand me once.” …. The tattoo parlor smelled of antiseptic and ink. Chloe’s heart raced as she flipped through sketch books, finally settling on a delicate design: a small crescent moon entwined with a star.

Megan, the healer in charge of Tessa, told me she was being discharged. By the time I reached the healing room, she was already gone. Back at my apartment, I found her waiting on the couch, bubbling with excitement. I hadn’t expected that. “Are you… alright?” I asked. “Yes! I’m perfectly fine; I don’t feel a thing. But see…” She pulled down her shirt to reveal a tattoo. The tattoo was common after marking—once the scar faded, a symbol appeared where the mark had been. Usually, it was some intricate designs, patterns, or a moon symbol, but Tessa’s was different. It was a rose, its stem wrapped in thorns.

The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts. My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.

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.