Foolish Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Well, I believe in you. If there's a way to do it, then you'll find it." "I'm not so sure there's an answer. I think Pan left us to it and this is the way it will always be." "It doesn't hurt to hope." Fallon sighed, "No, I suppose it doesn't." "I forgot to mention to you that I have a weird tattoo on my back that wasn't there before the attack. So much has happened so fast that I forgot to mention it but do you happen to know what it is? Is it some fae thing?"

I have my own loved one to worry about. I put my forehead in my hands and close my eyes. “Milo, please, Babe. Please answer me. I can’t take it anymore. Just tell me you’re safe. Tell me you’re alive in one of the ambulances or something.” A sooty hand rests on my knee. My breath catches in my chest when I see it. There’s a tattoo of a wolf covered in a floral bed sheet on top of his wrist. The wolf’s tail is sticking out from under the sheet and there are holes for his nose and steel-gray eyes. He got the tattoo because we were drunk one night and thought the idea of Ghost being terrible at being an actual ghost was hilarious. The next morning, we woke up naked in the meadow. He had the tat

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

He struck the manager hard across the face, then pointed at the tank. "Where are the people who were here?" Unfamiliar with Nick, the manager glared back. "And who the hell are you to make a scene here? Believe it or not, I can make sure you never walk out of here alive! "Someone tie him up and toss him into the tank! Let's see if the lobsters taste better fed on human blood!" For a man who had navigated Florent City's ruthless tides with a calculating smile, this was the first time Nick truly wanted to kill.

She was upset that I didn't recognize her, and seemed deeply upset when I pushed her arms away and stared at her. Despite the simple black dress, the neckline was deep enough for the tattoo of his capital sin to be quite significant and easy to decipher. In the center of the small trunk was the image of a fat badger with his mouth wide open, where a small man fell into it. Around the animal, crosses, tombstones and flames spiralled over the woman's pale skin. The rest of the drawing was not noticeable enough for me to lose more than a few seconds staring, so I looked away when she also looked.

the girl hurried to offer her a hand, “Come on. Let me help you.” The girl’s gaze fixed on Chloe’s forehead. The look on her face changed abruptly. “M—Miss Chloe, what is that on your face?” she asked reluctantly. Aurora followed the girl’s gaze. She almost burst into laughter. The concealer that Chloe wore every day to cover her tattoo was worn out in the water. The tattoo was now clear as day—SLAVE. “Why do you have the word ‘slave’ tattooed to your forehead?” the girls demanded, “I thought you were a lady back in Silver Blade Pack.”

chest rising in a calm rhythm like he was meditating, not surrounded by criminals. Speaking of his tattoos, he's got the weirdest tats I have seen on any guy. His back bore the most outrageous tattoos in the history of tattoos. His back looked like someone had lost a wrestling match with a possessed octopus holding a tattoo gun. From shoulder to shoulder, the ink sprawled like a chaotic crime scene—tribal swirls, demonic curls, and angry squiggles that might’ve once meant something, but now just screamed, “I don’t pay taxes and I bite.”

Shirtless, as usual while his skin glistened faintly under the orange tint of the ceiling bulb, chest rising and falling with practiced calm. His tattoos peeked out from under the waistband of his pants—dark vines and cryptic symbols that always made me curious and cautious at the same time. But it was those sea-blue eyes that could unnerve even the strongest of wills. Sharp, cold, yet enticing you didn’t just look into Collins’ eyes—you got pulled into them, like drowning in a frozen ocean you never saw coming. He arched a brow, tapping ash into a broken saucer. “What got you so worked up, sweetheart?”

The tattoos on both arms made Chloe smile. Yes the one on the outer right arm is an image of a black wolf with pointed teeth. While the other is in the inner left arm, close to the pulse. A square tattoo with ancient writing, I don't know what it means. Chloe doesn't know. Plus two piercings in both ears. One was like a cross earring and also a few on his left and right ear. "Are you satisfied looking at me Honey?" asked Mashii and. It made Chloe stumble.

I see the Kanji symbol, its line is like the sun on his back. "That's the tattoo? Seriously? I don't want it." I said and shook my head I don't want that tattoo because it's so ugly! "Me too, I don't want it." Augustin said as he touched the symbol on Hideo's back. "That's all Daddy Morfeo!" Hideo said as he faced us again.