Cute Simple Fish Tattoo Novels & Stories

Creighton stopped and pointed to the beautiful blue and yellow fish, not very large, only about two or three inches long, swimming along the edge of a rock. “It’s a flameback angelfish,” Creighton’s voice filtered calmly through her helmet. “And over there in the sand, see it? It’s a white spotted bamboo shark.” “A shark?” She gulped in fear as a warm hand touched the small of her back, steadying her from swimming backward. “It won’t hurt you. It’s considered a carpet shark and harmless to humans.” She drew a deep breath and relaxed, the warmth of his hand remained on her back. “Take a picture,” he reminded her, and she pulled the arm holding the camera up and snapped the button.

“You’re the one that asked about my tattoos.” I swallowed, watching as he undid the rest of the buttons except the last two buttons. When he turned his back to me, I let out a gasp. His back was fully inked with a variety of tattoos. He let me soak it all in some more before letting out a breath. “Most of it I got after turning Alpha. If you look closer, you’d see some koi fish towards the base.” My mouth formed an ‘o’ as I inched closer. Sure enough, there were some orange koi fish curved around what seemed to be an inscription in Kanji.

She leans forward and Kai notices the top of a tattoo on the back of her neck. “What’s the tattoo?” She pulls her top off again and throws it back at her pile of stuff. It’s a beautiful peacock like bird, but it’s orange and red. There are lilies trailing behind it in a sweeping line across her back, each with a name cleverly hidden in the stamens. He runs a finger over the lines, which makes her shiver. “Sorry.” He pulls his finger back,

Marcus continued slowly. “He said when she handed him candy, her wrist was exposed for a moment. On it was a very unusual tattoo.” Marcus took out another photo. It was a child’s drawing. A twisted pumpkin face, its mouth split all the way to the ears, its eyes hollow spirals. “This kind of gothic-style tattoo… a lot of people have them…” My voice grew quieter and quieter. Marcus said nothing. He simply placed a third photo in the center of the table. The background was a beach and the open sea.

They seemed to be playing around. "Oh, look! How beautiful they are," Emily muttered as she took out her phone. While she was photographing a group of silver, red, and black fish, Cayden whispered, "Do you know why koi fish are often used in various designs?" Emily glanced over briefly. "Because they are a symbol of good luck?"

Simple. For today, the plan was simple, to get a tattoo on the back maybe on her shoulder blades, something small feminine but cool. It was first and something she was really excited about since she wanted the tattoo on the back, she chose a light yellow playsuit with a button on the back, so when she gets it. It doesn’t become awkward.

It wasn't long before people owed Cali favors as much as he owed others. He never collected favors until he had to. The cross-in-fish tattoo you see my son and his crew wear on their forehead is a symbol of how we started. Religious, but not hesitant to take things to the Lake for the fish to scavenge whatever is left of you. Do you understand what I mean?" Elena nodded shakily. She wasn't sure what purpose the story served: a history lesson or a moral lesson. There wasn't any time to process because Mama wasn't done.

At this time, somewhere on the shore of a seaside fishing village in Rayne, a fishing boat had returned with a full load. Seven or eight bare-chested men were standing on the boat deck. Each of them looked beefy and fit. Their leader was a man in his thirties. He was also topless, with a dragon tattooed on his chest and crossing over his shoulder. He gave off a somewhat domineering impression. At this time, he and his partner were in the middle of unloading the fish they caught from the boat. Their harvest was quite satisfying. Yet, at this time, his phone was ringing.

I mused, popping a piece of bread in my mouth. “You, a tattoo? Good girl Sophia with permanent ink, I can’t picture it..” He teased me and I couldn’t help but smile. “I resent that statement.” I scoffed, throwing a hand over my heart in mock offence. Jasper’s smile widened, “What would you get?” He leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. “The elements; air, fire, earth and water and a crescent moon with a shadow.” The image had been playing in my head for a while.

Then he tossed it onto the boat seat like it was the most normal thing in the world. I didn’t even get the chance to roll my eyes because...yeah. That tattoo. The deep black phoenix stretched across the side of his chest and his left arm. Mix of abstract design, Russian calligraphy, ancient symbols, and fragments of sentences I’d read years ago and still remembered. Max looked at his dad in awe. “Daddy, why’d you take your shirt off?” “So I can move easier,” Pascha said casually. “Like a fish?” Max asked. “Like a shark,” Mischa answered.