Front Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

Gerald grunted before stepping out of the tent. I pulled myself off the recliner and glanced around the tent. Situated in the corner was an old antique mirror, the kind that could turn and flip. I supposed some things didn’t change. I approached the mirror with my hands firmly clasped over my chest and turned. My jaw dropped to the floor as I took in the image on my back. I had thought the tattoo would be small, or at least small enough to be unassuming. I had expected a tattoo that sat just below my shoulder, but this had exceeded all of my expectations. Across my entire back, from shoulder to hips, was the flaming image of a phoenix.

Cassandra's POV “Tell me what you think,” Chris held his breath as my fingers moved to touch the tattoo on his back. Oh God, I've seen this tattoo so many times, but in this messed up state, I'm saying that I want to see it. “You... when did you get this tattoo?” I stared at the bird's eye on his back—the eagle and the snake. Chris had a tattoo of an eagle wrapped around a snake, so the two seemed to be competing to outdo each other. From a distance, I hadn't really noticed that there was a snake in this tattoo, but it turned out that the snake clutching the eagle looked very real when approached.

“Baby ka d’yan. How big are you baby? It's so crowded! ” "No." He widened his eyes at it but ‘it still didn’t come out. He was just thrown into the air and then, the tattoos of various designs stared at his arm. He turned to the young man and stared at him intently. He didn’t have the courage to ask against the color etched on Fender’s body for two weeks. "Why, love?" His gaze went to its neck where the cross -designed tattoo was struggling to slip. "Take off your t-shirt."

She took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand. With a delicate touch, Hazel began assisting Francisco in removing his shirt. As the fabric slid off, her gaze inadvertently lingered on his well-defined physique. Despite her efforts to maintain professionalism, the sight was undeniably captivating. Glancing away, Hazel reached for a black shirt and a maroon tie, choosing the combination for him. Hazel delicately touched Francisco's broad shoulders; she couldn't help but notice the multitude of old scratches on his back and chest. However, what caught her attention the most was a striking tattoo—a snake—etched across his entire back. The intricate design added an element of allure and

The ones lined around and up his arms were normal. But the ones the crawled up to his back, shoulders and neck didn’t look ordinary. On the side of his back, crossing to his shoulder and a certain path that crawled up to his neck looked like a chained bird that got loose. That loose chain was the crawling one on his neck. “What does this tattoo mean?” I asked, hoping he’d answer me. Martil sighed, puffing smoke into the room. “It’s an Omertà.” “What’s that?” The name itself sounded strange.

“Back of my neck.” Confusion was one of many things I was feeling. She had a full back tattoo. Grabbing her shirt, it was easy picking to ripped the whole thing off of her. She had on a dark blue push-up bra that made her tits bounce when I ripped her shirt off. My eyes never left her back as I searched for it.

tattoo and he had gotten a lot thicker in mass. "Is that a....a tattoo?" I asked not knowing how to feel about it. He had on a white long sleeve shirt so I wasn't able to see it clearly. He then took the shirt for me to see and what I saw surprised me. Kristrin had a few tattoos, one included a phoenix tattoo across his back, a crown tattoo with the word King on top on his left shoulder to the front, more like the collarbone. One of a lion on his right shoulder and a small tattoo of an eye that looked distinctively a lot like mine.

"What the fu-" "The tattoos." I push the mass of doctors away from her and turn my gaze to her ribcage. There are several small tattoos, but each one is easily distinguishable from the others. The first in the line is a wolf's head with a number eight between the eyes. Next is an arrow, a dagger, two crossed arrows, a gun, and a target symbol.

Jericho smiles warmly, “Coffee would be great. Darling, would you like a cup?” “Yes, please.” Gina grins. It was at this point when I notice something different about her neck. Gina is sporting a fresh mark at the crook of her neck that looks like a scar that has been tattooed over. It’s all black and has kind of a tribal feel. It has imagery depicting a full moon with claw marks on either side circled by a large bite mark that wraps from the front of her shoulder to the back.

When I was satisfied with how my face looked, I chucked the tissues I used into the bin and moved my hair back. "What the-" I started to say as I saw something on the side of my neck. It looked like a small black tattoo, with closer inspection I could see what looked like two dots with a letter D in between it with black swirly lines wrapping it together. There was no way I would get a tattoo on my neck even if I was completely hammered, especially something as ugly as that. Thinking it was fake or drawn on, I began to rub my neck. I gasped as pain ran down my body, the side of my neck was extremely tender. Shit, I actually got an ugly looking tattoo on my neck?