Death Do Us Part Tattoo Novels & Stories

He was shirtless in both. Val didn’t have to point out the difference, as I could see it clearly. The younger version had a tattoo of two knuckles hanging on the muzzle of a gun, ending right over his heart, followed by a series of smaller tattoos that wound around his arm to his back. I zoomed into the picture. Below the gun were the words written: Con il sangue, veniamo. Con il sangue, andiamo. But the recent picture of him didn’t have that. Instead, the place where the tattoo should’ve been was reddish and wrinkled—a common effect of tattoo removal.

I still do. “We took a look at the two bodies." The other man speaks “ They both have the same tattoo. Take a look at this." He brings out a photo of the dead bikers with a clear view behind their shoulders. “ They both have a similar tattoo of a snake with two heads. Does it ring a bell?" He asks me.

It's simple, yet, captivating. It features the Italian flag in colour, a black and white rose, rosary beads entwine with the stem and thorns, and the Esposito name is carved into the rose's shaded knuckle busters that rest beneath the rose with a single petal beside it. "I'm going to cut this from your body," I tap the scalpel against his tattoo, "And I'm going to keep it as a souvenir in my husband's family home." I sneer with a wicked smile playing on my lips.

“Do you often drink this much?” “No, just when I know that the nightmares are going to be bad. The tattoo that I got tonight is for a K9 that gave her life for me. Protecting me. The memories are right there, just under the surface.” she tapped her head. “You see the five of us having fun, getting drunk, being a little too perverted.” She shook her head. “We’re trying to make peace with our demons.”

Poor Lu, He couldn't still get to the point that one of his relatives is working and spying on him. Even when it was all clear, he couldn't still see what the problem was. Jordan had shown him the clear picture of the person tattoo, it's the drawing of two doves, glued together. It gives him memories of the day he had his own, the same dove tattoo.

Raven only saw Draco’s body once after he died, he died of acute poisoning. Wolfsbane, that’s what took him from her. A part of her died that day and the part that lives, lives on with him engrained deep into it. The sorrow she felt that day was indescribable and the pain, unexplainable. The large tattoo of a black bird etched on his chest as he lay on the floor bare and cold that day made her heart ache the most.

My hand went to my gun and the moment he stepped from behind the tree, I aimed and fired, making him collapse into the floor within seconds. I walked toward his unconscious -probably dead- body. I bent down and took his arm, I pulled the sleeves up and like I expected, the tattoo, the mark they went with was there, clearly engraved over his skin. One of Frank's dogs. Red veiled my sight as I let go of his arm, I pointed the gun at his head and fired again, just making sure, he actually died.

"The sculpture in the photo looks quite familiar. It looks like the one that won the grand prize just recently." "Didn't the sculptor say she created the piece based on her sister? Why are there human bones in it? This is so scary." "You should look more closely. That's plaster, not bones! You should go and get your eyes checked. Don't go around spouting nonsense." "Our lovely Layla loves her sister the most. You should show the deceased some respect and watch what you say online." "I'm not trying to pick a fight with anyone, but… Is Layla Larson's sister named Hazel? She was my classmate. Even though she had a physical disability, Hazel had always been an optimistic person. She didn't seem

"Can you see this, below my left shoulder? This is a picture of my younger brother Nathan who died a year ago. How old? He was eight months old, and died of 'crib death.' What is crib death? That's what the doctor said and I don't know what it means. It's like when a baby suddenly dies for no reason while inside a crib. Look at his plump face and silver teardrops. I used to look at him in his little crib while sleeping and always wondered: 'do babies dream?' I wanted to know… See this here right below Nathan's face? It's a coiled serpent, you know, like in the Garden of Eden; tempting Adam to take a bite of the apple from the Tree of Knowledge. Beware the snake's temptation Zeke. There is al

It’s so much stronger this time around than earlier in the day, and before I can even stop myself, I’m moving in the direction that it is coming from. Before long, I find myself standing in the threshold of the kitchen, where I spot a curvy, petite silhouette standing in front of the fridge. She doesn’t notice me, or she does and just doesn’t care, but she looks gorgeous standing there in a simple black crop top tank top that gives the perfect view of a tribal tattoo above her ass that is barely covered by short black shorts. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to go around dressed like that?” I ask, leaning against the beam beside me, and then waiting as the little delinquent turns to take me in