Novel & Cerita Eastern Bluebird Tattoo

It made me want to reach out and trace the hard lines as well as the tattoos on it. He turned slightly and I caught sight of the rest of his body. The tattoo also covered the left side of his chest, black ink used to drag large wings. It was a raven, it was so detailed down to the sharp talons and the glint of its beady eyes. There were other drawings like a rose with the letter “E”. What does that mean? Family? Or perhaps..a lover? For some reason that thought made me bitter. Beneath it was a phrase written in Latin that flowed into his ribs.

Our shower included some teasing, but we knew that we would be stuck inside all day if I impaled her again. There was no training today, and Dante sent a text asking us to come to his room once we woke up. Perhaps Khalid squealed and gave up all his secrets. “Oh my! Look at the mark,” Brynn said excitedly, showing off the healed mark on her neck. It was a gorgeous blue orchid nestled inside a crescent moon. The detail was phenomenal. There were some symbols in it, but I was not certain of their meaning. “Blue Orchids are associated with power, peace, and uniqueness. Those three qualities definitely fit you,” I said, placing a loving kiss on the mark.

" Devon was still in disbelief, his eyes as wide as they could be. The fact that Bienley had gone and gotten himself a tattoo was mind-blowing enough, but it was no ordinary tattoo. There, on Bienley's back, was a masterpiece. Their names, "Bienley" and "Devon", were intricately etched, as if they were part of a beautiful, ethereal story. And woven around them was a delicate string of feathers, each one seemingly fluttering in a gentle breeze, as if carrying their love on its wings.

That would actually make a kick-ass tattoo. “And this one?” He pressed his lips to the black scorpion tattoo on the upper swell of her left breast. She refocused. “I thought it’d be funny to have a deadly insect crawling out of my bra.” “What about this one?” He traced the large blue starburst pattern surrounding her belly button. “I designed it when Skylar decided to leave the rat race in California and turn her hobby into a business.” Her belly rippled when his thumb brushed over the design and the jewel dangling from her navel.

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

Commanding. My lungs finally obeyed. Air rushed out of my mouth as I inhaled sharply. But I still could not open my eyes. Not yet. His presence was overwhelming. “What tattoo do you have here?” His voice came again. Soft. Curious. His thumb traced the spot just beneath my breast. My eyes flew open. Oh. He was talking about my tattoo. Three small birds. And a feather beneath them. A symbol of freedom I had gotten in college. His thumb continued to brush over the design slowly.

“The tattoo she’s drawing on your skin will connect you to a bird. You can always send it information.” He held his hand out, showing me the tattoo on his arm. “I have the same one as well. This means the bird is reserved for just you and me. once our use of it is over, the tattoo will naturally fade away” The woman stepped back as she finished. “If you wish to convene it, all you have to do is speak its name, it will answer.” Her voice was gentle, yet carried an air of worship. She turned to my father, eyes searching for confirmation. He gave a slow, solemn nod, the weight of unexpressed memories shadowing his expression. A strange cold ran down my spine, the solemnity of their words sinkin

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

Artemy would only ever give me pleasure. My hand moved to his back, and my fingers traced the bird tattoo that covered half of his back and around his shoulder blades. The bird looked like it was rising from fire, but the design was beautifully executed. Every time I looked at it, I was completely mesmerized. Artemy’s muscles flexed under my wandering and exploring touch. “What type of bird is this?” I asked curiously, my fingers tracing his spread wings. “It’s a Leon,” he muttered in reply. “I got it the day I took over as Boss.”

He gently tilted my head sideways and I immediately heard myself gasp upon seeing the blue moving dragon tattoo just below my left ear. "Since when did I have this? I've never seen this before!" I said panicking while caressing the blue mark. "Of course you didn't. The first time this mark appeared was during your birth, and then it vanished and just reappeared after you became an adult." Cool patiently explained. I stared at the mark lying below my left ear. The dragon was moving, as if it was swimming. "Cool," I called out, not taking my gaze off my mark. "Hmm?"