Romans & histoires Forearm Guardian Angel Angel Tattoo

But as I turned to leave, my foot caught on something—Medina’s outstretched leg. I crashed to the floor with a loud thud. My gown rode up, exposing my thighs. Drake’s gaze fell on me, his eyes lingering on the small tattoo etched into my skin. It wasn’t just any tattoo—it was the mark my mother had given me, my little “guardian angel.” I quickly pulled my gown down, covering myself. Drake’s eyes flickered with recognition before he turned away, his expression unreadable. Medina smirked, satisfied with her handiwork. She had tripped me on purpose.

She is never going to be the same again, and I can feel her slipping from my grasp. The bell above the door rings and I look up, but it isn’t Gianni that I see. “Angel.” I say as she looks at me, her upper arm wrapped in the second skin wrap. I see the fresh artwork on her arm. It is a grey shaded piece of an angel with a rosary wrapped around praying hands that cover her mouth, and I look back at her. I move to check her over when a hand grabs my shoulder and I turn my head, seeing Marco smirk down at me.

“So you can tell everyone that it appeared as a result of the Goddess' blessing; it's an angel manifestor.” I frowned. “Angel manifestor?” I asked, confused. “Yes,” said Azael. "Before an angel awakens their power, a line is etched on their wrist indicating the waiting time for their wings to sprout. The Goddess blessed you, so your power will awaken at some point, but since you are not of pure angelic lineage, the marker is not engraved on you." I opened my mouth in total shock, incredulous at so many details. “That's—”

Elena RoseFord was a sculptural woman, not admiring her would be astonishing. When Aaron turned around, Elena could see the tattoo he had on his back. It was a black pair of angel wings, drawn in fine and precise lines. The drawing had dark lines, lines she could imagine in the man's personality, not on his body. It was as if that tattoo were a warning sign not to get too close, to be careful, not to trust. For the first time, Elena wondered who Aaron really was.

:⁠-⁠$ Xavier what are you about to do with your Angel? ser feliz 🌹

Right before I felt his hand slowly grab my wrist, his slender finger lightly tapping against the mark, making me quickly realize exactly what he meant. “But...what if another angry archangel shows up and actually manages to kill me?” I asked, still not convinced. “I highly doubt that anyone would be stupid enough to piss me off like that but if that ever happens then I’ll happily bring down those damn gates, alongside Raziel...” He sincerely promised, his intense gaze slowly lowering to my lips and eager to feel them once again, he positioned his equally unclothed body above mine, supporting himself on his elbows, careful not to crush me with his weight.

Father: " (smirks) Dear... This is what life is, you know your mother always tells me about what she knows in your past relationships, well always remember this that life always brings worries and rough circumstances and all we need to do is to stand still no matter what not just for our self but for our love ones by the way before your mother passed away when hand me this for you... She says in case you visit here. " Then Angel heavily cried her mother gives her a bracelet which she remembers that this thing symbolizes love and freedom then Angel wears it, and she hugged her father. Angel: "Love you, Dad, I always visit you there as long as I can... Always take care and be hopeful all the t

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

Darrell turns around and held his forehead, while Pontius stares at Alyssa and smiles. "Darrell please tell me what's the matter, is anything wrong?" Alyssa has so many questions to ask. Pontius swims up to her and tried to calm her down. "Alyssa, it's alright okay, I can explain," Pontius said softly, Alyssa looked really scared. "The star tattoo is what signifies you as a guardian, and since you don't have it, it only means you are not a guardian." "I'm not a guardian?" Alyssa asked herself in a whisper. "I'm not a guardian," said Alyssa happily and held Pontius's hand and jumped up playfully, then she swims to Darrell.

The corner of Henry’s eyes twitched. He could tell the Angel was anxious. It could be because of her insecurity as she did not have a father since young. Henry suddenly felt sorry for both her and Monique. He held Angel in his arms. “Angel, I have made a pinky promise with you to protect you for the rest of your life. I will always be with you.” Angel’s eyes shone. She stretched out her left hand and pointed her pinky finger, “Daddy, you have to make another pinky promise with me.”