Heartless Neck Tattoo Mga Nobela at Kwento

His hands wrap around my upper arms for an instant as he puts space between us, and the shock of his touch reverberates through me. "Hey," he says, his expression blank, but I could still see the subtle hint of anger. He wasn't holding the mask anymore, and I wondered if he had thrown it somewhere. The mask was part of what we agreed to use for identification. My lips form the word hi, but my vocal chords refuse to make a sound. His throat is directly at my eye level, and I'm staring straight at the swirling calligraphy inked into his skin. Tattoos. On his neck. Neck tattoos. And it looked a bit raw. There wasn't a neck tattoo when I booked him two nights ago. On closer look though, the tatt

He said with a genuine smile as he raised his head to look at her. There was a tattoo of her name just below his nape, between his shoulders— written in bold and unmistakably placed inside a heart. Tbc... The visuals of tattoo will be found on my I G;)

It was clearly a sore subject. His breath was deep now, his chest rising and falling slowly. Kate’s eyes traveled to his chest tattoo; a black and grey skull with a snake constricting it covering the majority of his left pectoral muscle. It continued across his shoulder and down his left bicep. She wondered if it had any significance, deciding to ask him when he awoke.

When she finally pushed me away almost a half an hour had passed. Brief explosions of pain blossomed in my knees as I stood, my joints stiff. I rubbed my neck to work out the kinks and looked down at Nico. She lay there, draped over the chair, wasted with exhaustion but with a satisfied look on her face. Her small, pert breasts rose and fell, her nipple ring catching the light with each breath. The tattoo of a serpent wrapped around an apple covered her left hip, up her abdomen, to just below her left breast.

’ And immediately, even though, to my surprise, I want him to kiss me, I pressed my palms even harder against his chest before he could kiss me, and whispered, “F-Felix….I have; I need to ask you something.” He paused, but did not look alarmed. My eyes glanced from his deeply piercing silvery grey eyes, before moving back to the tattoos around his chest. Some of them are names, embedded in what looks like my favorite flowers. Right on the one drawn to his left breast, I can see the words, Hazel eyes, drawn intricately into a dahlia bud. My fingers traced the artwork slowly, like it’s a map, before it stops directly on his beating heart. I can feel the organ beat powerfully against my fingers

Memories of biting her there just a few days ago flooded his mind, and he couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of remorse. A beautiful woman with a heartbeat tattoo on her collarbone exudes an air of subtle allure. A small heart was at the end with an open space. The tattoo was small but enough to melt any person to devour her with love. Her collarbone is delicately defined, drawing attention to the intricate tattoo. The design features a lifelike heartbeat line, elegantly rendered in dark ink, mirroring the rhythm of her own heart. The tattoo adds a touch of mystique to her appearance, symbolizing the vitality and passion that reside within her. As her heartbeat flutters beneath the inke

I grip Izzy’s hands as the sensation increases and witness the intense purple around her body fade into the same white around mine. I suddenly feel a slight burning on my neck at the junction of my shoulder, but I can feel the burn moving. It reminds me of that tattoo I secretly got when I was sixteen. At the same time I feel this burn on my neck, I can see an image appearing on Izzy’s neck. Lines are being drawn on her skin as her marking sigil slowly appears until it takes the form of what kind of looks like half a love heart with an S going through it and two dots in the centre. I wonder what the one on my neck looks like.

We all looked at each other. “Oh,” she spun around her mouth, quivering as he wiped her tears, “He has a heart tattoo on his neck with your name on it, Kioni.” We all watched her walk up the stairs.

Alexis sighed in relief. Alexis looked at Zylo then creased her forehead when she something on Zylo's neck. She stared at it seriously. "W-wait! What the fuck are you doing?!" Zylo exclaimed. "When did you put this tatoo in your neck?" Alexis asked. Zylo creased his forehead then held his neck. Alexis grabbed her mirror from her bag then showed the tattoo. Zylo's eyes widen when he saw the tattoo from his neck. It looks like a black circle with a small white circle in the middle.

Her chest heaved, her breasts pushing against the soft knit of her sweater. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt then whipped the thing off over his head. Her eyes widened and he knew she saw the tattoo across his heart. It was an infinity symbol with her name making up one of the curves, angel wings another. He'd had it done one night after he'd left her. Too much tequila and too much self-pity and he had a permanent reminder of what he'd lost. Girlfriends over the years hadn't liked it, but he'd never thought seriously about having it changed. She'd always been his heart and always would be. She pushed up on an elbow and reached up a hand to trace th