Fighting Inner Demons Tattoo Novels & Stories

Since I accepted this cover as the President of the Fancy Pants Club, I sought his expertise to cover up my neck tattoo — a medieval cross with a black spade in the center and four red spears on the sides — a sign of high rank on Iopata Bratva’s circle. I left myself naked before I stepped inside the shower. Nice. It seems my hand-to-hand combat with Enrique earlier yielded acceptable results. At least the burn in my body had now dissipated. I don’t need to worry about pulling Daniella towards my bed and claiming her. I guess I also needed to thank Suri for dragging her away. If she didn’t and if I had found Daniella inside my room fixing my breakfast, I’m sure my kickboxing would have faile

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

"It's impossible that many people would tattoo that kind of symbol. They have the mark of the devil. I guess they don't know who they're bumping into." "You know they really like circles as well as stars; that’s one explanation that we can consider, right? Maybe there’s a way that they just don't know that it is a symbol of demons." Zin whispers as the group looks at them evilly. "Besides, think about that symbol. First of all, let's solve the problem of how we can fight them without killing them." "Are you sure you can fight? Maybe you're still as strong as a bird." A man approached them and suddenly enveloped Zin.

It was so fucking frustrating! “I need answers,” I said, and three sets of jaws clenched shut. “Fine. Then go fuck yourselves.” I stood and headed for the door. I’d given them an out. If they got killed now, it was their own damn fault. I reached for the doorknob and paused, staring at my hand. The tattoo. I turned around. If they insisted on trying to protect me, they would need all the help they could get. Lifting my hand, I pointed to the spot between my thumb and forefinger. “The guy last night had a tattoo right here. It was all black ink. A stylized V with an ouroboros around it. I’ve never seen it before. I’m not sure—”

I zero in on his arm and find the aesthetic compass is showing north only. "Whatever the way I choose, in the end, I always find my direction with the help of God, and it's always right," he tells me and I look at him with astonishment in my eyes. ‘He's right anyway.’ His intentions were never wrong, nor his directions. But he chose a dangerous way to fight the obstacles that came his way. "The sign represents jealousy and possessiveness. It means they never share what's theirs…." He moves closer as I feel his hot breaths fanning my face. He was talking about the scorpion tattoo.

I thought I could trust him, I thought he knew that he could trust me, I suppose I’m wrong. It feels almost as if my hip is burning as I’m reminded of the tattoo resides there. The tattoo I got on my 18th birthday, just hours before I saved his life. The tattoo is of a pure black wolf, made up in the some swirling inky black pattern that his curse looks like, and the wolf has bright green eyes, just like his does. Before I met him, I knew what my mate looked like. I got it tattooed on myself because I didn’t want to forget what deep down I was fighting for. The chance to live a normal life… once all is said and done, that’s what I want.

I hear him curse at me as I'm knocked on my ass. "Watch where you're walking," His voice is a growl and so not appreciated after the time I've had. I look up to see a face I don't recognize. Someone completely unknown to me. I open my mouth to tell him exactly what's on my mind-none of it is nice mind you-and I abruptly stop when I catch sight of the tattoo on his inner forearm. A tattoo I've seen many times on many different people. It's an oddly shaped star of sorts with what looks like two scythes circling it. A very specific type of tattoo. A specific gang tattoo. A tattoo I'm all too familiar with.

good inside of her, that she's dying to be bad for once. If she wants to be fucking bad, then she can definitely be bad for me. I like a bad girl, but deep down I crave a good girl; a good girl that will let me bring out the fucking demons inside of her. We all have demons inside of us and every single person's is fucking different. I look down at my chest and run my fingers over the tattoo on my right pec, rereading the script that's permanently inked into my skin. I get another fucking feeling- a goddamn cold chill that runs through me deeply and rocks my fucking body to its core. "When an angel craves havoc, who better to give it to her than the devil himself" I am no doubt, the motherfu

" Yes of course." " Okay, get ready cause is long..." He said why putting down his food. " Okay firstly, I have one on my chest a wing tattoo which signifies liberty for me. On my forearm, the word GO is written in capital letters cause I love traveling. On my right bicep a big moon representing darkness, on my thorax a rose surrounded with thorns representing the lovely but difficult relationship with my mom. Here,( showing me his left hand) three birds on the back of my left hand representing freedom of choice. On my left-right arm my name written in Chinese, this one, I have done it in Japan during one of my trips. On my left palm a roaring lion representing power. On my right middle fing

His hands held the railing as he leaned on it, putting some of his weight on his hands and looking at the ocean. I was relieved to find him there. Standing behind, I looked at his back and for the first time, I actually looked at the tattoo on his back, near his torso right in the middle, where his spinal cord was. It was an inverted cross with snakes wrapping around it. It was demonic. He was demonic. I mean who gets an inverted cross tattooed on their body? I walk to him and stand a few feet behind. “Why are we still here?” I ask looking at his broad back, scrunching my eyes due to the bright sun.