Front Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

he questions, tilting his head. My eyes linger down to the tattoos on his neck. I’m almost convinced it’s not just a trick of the light that makes them look like they are moving ever-so slowly, like they have a life of their own. They stop at his jawline, curling and twisting around in an incoherent pattern, tinted with the most subtle shade of crimson. It officially creeps me out. "No, I don't."

Ain't it fun? Nataliad dances again, of course, sexily dancing on the beat. She was still tweaking her hair up, teasing me more to reveal her bare back and neck. I noticed that she had a tattoo on the lower back of her neck. It's small, but I can clearly see what it says. Her tattoo says, "Hakuna Matata." Nice! Is it just a coincidence? Because I also have a tattoo like that on the back of my hips and a symbol on the back of my neck. ‘Meant to be? Yay!’ Okay, so what? Just with matching tattoos, does that mean we are meant to be? That’s absurd!

he asked her suddenly but in a low whisper. Hearing his answer, she looked at him. This time his wide, muscular and tattooed chest could not escape from her sight. Various tattoos were made on his chest and as she had once seen in the corner of his neck, it was a kind of horrible but bold tattoo laid on his neck. Actually it was a tattoo of a phoenix bird that started with his muscle but the texture of its long wings was reaching his neck. And at that moment also, she had only seen the wings of that bird because his body was covered with his shirt.

Of course he was. Zara stopped in the doorway. Took a quiet breath. Kept her face neutral through what she considered an Olympic level effort. His back was to her. Wide shoulders, the kind of build that came from actually using your body, not just performing fitness. There was a tattoo she’d never seen before curling up from his left shoulder blade, dark ink, something geometric, something that looked unfinished like a sentence without its ending. Must be a new tattoo. She looked away. Looked back.

His tie slightly loosened around his neck, and the top two buttons of his shirt were open, clearly showing the tattoo on the side of his neck. A CAMELLIA flower was tattooed on the side of his neck. His long slender fingers were tapping the table in front of him as he wore a ring on his thumb with a symbol of a dragon on it. It was his symbol....very unusual. "Reason." He said...he said only one word but Samuel knew what he was asking about. He gulped and looked at Nicola before looking back at his boss. Nicola and Samuel were feared in the organization and by people but to think they will be sweating like this in front of their boss was enough to explain how powerful their boss was.

He moved a bit away from her and began unbuttoningthis shirt. Nima's brows raised in confusion. “Your abs are fake? Don't tell me you're about to remove a silicone from your abs.” She said in an amused tone. Joel chuckled at her words while still proceeding with his action till he was done. He turned his back to her and gently pulled down his shirt to reveal the tattoo of a mysterious shadowy figure with 2 small horns protruding at its forehead. It looks like a creature shrouded in darkness. It looks distinct yet vivid as it's red eyes look like they are glowing softly under the radiance of the moon.

Somehow, the thorn in his throat was alleviated. "Here, right?" the tattoo artist asked Beckett before touching his neck with their index finger. "Yeah," Beckett nodded. The tattoo artist began to ink Beckett's neck. It symbolized their membership in Foedus. Like that tattoo, their commitment to the Foedus Corporation should be the same. Forever... Or life in exchange. "All those I tattooed earlier have stories behind why they wanted their tattoos in those specific places," the tattoo artist commented while busy with their work. "How about yours?"

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.

My brows rises in confusion. “To wash you up,” her lips drag in a faint smile. What is it with her? Why is she acting so strange? Or is it something that runs in the household? She leads the way and I follow behind her. We get to the large bathroom, and her fingers push down her nightgown. It drops down her feet. She stands bare in front of me, giving me her back. There is a long Japanese snake tattoo behind her neck to her butt. The tattoo almost has the same details as the one found on Alpha Arkon, but the animals and representation differ.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.