Female Small Sternum Tattoo Novels & Stories

Jean murmured, finishing up the piece for me. Ciaran was covered in ink. So was Dargan. Ranging from geometric art to roses and the like. The pain couldn't be that unbearable if they had sat through so many hours. Or had they drank themselves into a stupor as well whilst doing it? Adelia turned to one wall, eyeing a semicolon tattoo. The bottom of it was a butterfly with its wings slightly open. The top was its head, antennae sticking from it. She looked at it this way and that until I stepped closer. Her eyes averted and I knew what she felt. Shame.

Yet it tr‍embles at‍ the edges, as if s‍he‌’‍s memorizing lines sh⁠e doe‌sn’t‌ want t⁠o say. I force a smi⁠le. “Tell your boss he coul‍d’ve p‌ic‍ked som⁠ewhere with windows.” ‌She doesn’t a⁠nswer. She only sets the tray‌ down, types s‌omething on the tablet, and t⁠urns for the door. T‍hat’s when I see it‍—the small‌ pin on‌ her c⁠ollar. A silver crest shaped like a falcon, wings s⁠pread w‌ide. Damon has the same emb‌lem tattooed on his wri‌st‍.

I squatted down, having her step out of it. "Keep the heels on." I told her, finding her naked form in only heels hot as hell. She nodded with a deep blush as she bit her lip. My dick twitched in my pants with all the blood flowing to it. Seeing her like this made me all kinds of excited. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt with one hand as she watched me hungrily. I watched her the entire time, admiring her body. I finally saw the new tatto she had gotten on her ribs, adding to her sleeve. It was a pink breast cancer ribbon with the name mom written in it. She had added it for her mother.

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

It was a testament to his unwavering dedication to all aspects of his physical fitness. One of the most striking features on Logan's left arm was the anchor tattoo, a symbol known to represent strength and stability, perhaps even serving as a connection to his time in the marine. Yet, what made this tattoo particularly intriguing was an unexpected addition. Just below the anchor, a smaller, seemingly incongruous tattoo came into view. This tattoo was a depiction of a little girl holding a toy, a charming but puzzling image etched onto his skin. It seemed to tell a story of its own, one that didn't readily align with the symbolism of the anchor.

The bell above the tattoo shop door jingled as I pushed it open, my heart hammering against my ribs. I’d been thinking about this for months — finally getting ink on my breasts, something delicate and feminine to reclaim my body after a shitty breakup. The shop was called Ink & Skin, tucked into a quiet corner of the city with blacked-out windows and neon signs that hummed faintly. It was late afternoon, and the place was empty except for the artist behind the counter.

My little escape for the night to be with my number one rebel partner, Ben. I padded across the room toward my dresser, opening a jar of lotion. The subtle scent of vanilla filled the air as I trailed my fingers over my arms, rubbing the cream in absentmindedly. My gaze landed on the small mirror propped on the corner of the dresser, catching a glimpse of the intricate tattoo curling along my collarbone. The mark. My mark. With a soft smile, I turned to face the mirror more fully, letting the towel slip just enough to reveal the dark, swirling design etched into my skin. I traced the lines with my fingertip, marveling at how something so permanent could appear so delicate.

CJ said as he pulled her sister hand forth "What are you doing?? Jasmine asked looking confused Just then CJ drew three little star on her left wrist "Hey stop, let me take a look at that " she said as she looked at what CJ was holding.."I don't want a permanent tattoo " Jasmine yelled and CJ was Astonished "This one is permanent?? But what of the you use on your right wrist " "That one is temporary dummy, what am I going to do now?? The tattoo is not even equal and it looks ugly and what is with the dot here?? Jasmine frowned

Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum. “What does it mean?” She asks curiously. My breath hitches at the feel of her warm fingers, making my voice sound husky when I respond. “It says, “Who wants to live forever?” She chuckles as she considers my morbid message. Before she can ask me another question, I take a deep breath and place my hand over hers. “Do you have any?” Sage smiles shyly as she sits up on the bed to lift her shirt’s hem, showing me the small tattoo decorating her hip. It’s a heart with rose thorns wrapped around it. My breath hitches at the sight of her firm stomach and concave belly button and the way her skin glows like a shining pearl in the moonlight. Biting back a groan, I run

She flipped the envelope and found a very small wet stamp in the bottom-left corner. Carista didn't understand the symbol, shaped like a wolf's head, and a small name below it. "Nania Wolf" ***