Hidden Semicolon Tattoo Novels & Stories

What kind of cult uses barcodes? Terra stood and stumbled a little before moving her Jell-o legs back in the direction of the other man. With just one tattoo, it could be just a coincidence. But when she saw a similar pattern on the other man's wrist, she knew there was no coincidence. Gathering her strength, she rose from the slippery grass and pushed back in the direction of the woods to grab their backpacks. She promised Noah a better life and she was going to keep her promise. Even if she had to go back to New York, she would find him and keep him safe.

Liam felt paralyzed from the crown of his head to the sole of his feet. He watched as Joan walked away. Liam wondered how Joan was able to find out that he once had a secret affair with his step mother who was ten years older than he was, though the first time it happened, he was seduced bit afterwards it was more like he was enjoying the whole drama with the money she always gave him. Liam was never serious with any girl he asks out on a date, he was a complete play boy. Then Joan came by with her offer of having him date and dump Erica to get a huge pay, he saw that as fun especially for the fact that their was money attached to it.

Luminous and ethereal in the moonlight. To hide the truth from her, Anna had a tattoo of crown done near her mark, Alexie, and Sofia on their wrists, and Rie on her chest where the heart was. They told her it was a symbol of their sisterhood. Which was partially true. They had sworn to smack Xavier on the head as payment for their sacrifice under the needle. "Well, maybe he is your prince charming, Mish?" She grinned at her to cheer her up, trying to lighten the mood. "He seemed familiar. Like I have seen him before." Her frown marred her delicate beauty.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

Arsenio spoke over the two, reminding Serafina to mind her language. "I had no need for the man, nor a tracking device because the crates have their delivery address written on them inside the lid." Salvatore shrugged with a coy grin. "The man gave me the address he was to deliver them at, which was an intersection beneath a bridge, and told me that they typically open the lid, not to check the delivery but to read the address." "And it's not encoded?" Marco asked in confusion. "It is," Salvatore nodded, chuckling. "But it's written in Greek,"

His cock stood rigid against his stomach, already leaking from the slow, teasing prostate massage she’d given him while the plug still nestled deep inside. He heard her moving—soft footfalls, the metallic clink of tools, the low hum of the tattoo machine being tested. When she removed the blindfold, the first thing he saw was her: naked, skin gleaming with oil, Harlan’s heavy signet ring hanging between her breasts on a thin chain. In her hand: the tattoo gun, needle already loaded with black ink. Alex’s heart slammed against his ribs. “The family crest,” she said softly, almost reverently. “On the shaft. Permanent. Unremovable. The final seal that you belong to the line—and to me.”

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

I bow my head, pretend to focus on the screen. "You were staring," he says in a low, amused voice. He leans against my desk, arms crossed, towering over me. "My tattoos interest you?" I shake my head, too quickly. "No, I… it's nothing." He chuckles softly. "Liar." He pulls up the left sleeve of his t‑shirt, revealing more of the raven and other symbols: a miniature cathedral, eight‑pointed stars, Cyrillic numbers. "Every design has a story. The raven… it's for memory. For those we've lost, but never forget. The stars are rank. The cathedral… the faith you keep even when everything else goes to hell."

His sleeve rides up, revealing the edge of a mantis tattoo. “-Fuck”

they said at the same time and ended up laughing at the coincidence. "You go first " Jordan urged. "The Council, I found something about them. They have some codes to pass information and a type of unique tattoo for recognition " "You are the best as always " Jordan praised, his fingers went through her bun losing it in the process, and the copper tresses pooled down out of restraint. "And Sebastian, he's terminally ill" "I know. Leukaemia " "You knew. "Her face dropped. "It is a top secret. Just like me being poison so great job" Jordan praised again, dropping gentle kisses on her face to lighten it up, he just couldn't contain the feelings he felt whenever he was with her.