Hidden Semicolon Tattoo Novels & Stories

I draped it over my body and slipped into comfortable home shoes. The weather was hot, so I didn't need to wear too much. I was out, Uncle Kieran was locked away in his bedroom and soon, I got to the rooftop, my gaze dimming seeing Alpha Semion standing shirtless at the edge. There was a Moon tattoo on his muscular back, just the right fit into the curves that lined his body. “You look nice…” I whispered, as I went to stand beside him. “You mean you like my tattoo.” He smirked, his figure casting a shadow on me. It wasn't fear, it was likened to protection, for him to be near me.

Em looked at Mickey as she spoke. “Helll to the yeahhh!” Mickey shouted. She jumped out the of the car then turned and looked at the girls. “Y’all comin or what?” An hour later the friends emerged from the tattoo place, Em sporting a bandage on her rib cage right under her previous tattoo, and another one on her wrist… which matched the ones on her three best friends. They’d all decided to get matching ones. Nothing big.. just a little Roman number IV. Symbolizing the four of them and how much they meant to each other. And then the one on Em’s rib cage, under her hummingbird which read: ‘Made to Endure’.

“You pigs! How dare you violate my sister’s privacy like this? That was love, real love! You can’t destroy them like this!” Gabby stepped forward, voice flat. “You’re saying that’s Sareena? Then can you explain the missing tattoos on her right side? The one on her left arm? Or the missing piercing? The voice on the recording sounds exactly like yours.” She then turns to her Uncle Luca. “Zio, Sareena has a large tattoo from her ribs to her hip. It is an anagram. If you look at it from the front, it says: Faith, but if you look at it from the back it says: Hope. Then she has a small anagram on her left forearm. It says: Family and Love.”

Tracing the semicolon directly over the scar on my wrist, he asks, “Is that how you got the tattoo?” “I wanted something to hide it but I also needed a reminder that I survived.” His smile blinds me. I feel it in my heart. I feel like I did more than talk about a moment of my stupidity. “In a sentence, a semicolon reminds you to take a pause. Pause, then resume. You can’t end a sentence on a semicolon.” His fingers weave through my hair. “You can’t.” I moan and he sighs. “You are so brave, superstar.”

Some time later, when their breathing had steadied, Marcus reached under the bed and pulled out a small tattoo kit. "Spread your legs for me," he said, his voice low and commanding. Alex parted his thighs without hesitation, his heart racing with anticipation as Marcus worked with careful focus, applying black ink in simple block letters that would forever mark him as owned. Owned by #47892 The tattoo settled high on the inside of the right thigh, close enough to the groin that it would remain hidden unless the legs were deliberately spread. The needle stung in sharp little bites, making Alex bite his lip and breathe through the pain while Marcus kept one hand wrapped loosely around Alex's c

And then the most you can do is suffer. He sniffed, noticing that she stared at him for a brief second and then lowered her gaze to the bare wrist of the fabric of the red woman's suit. He dared to stand up and approach her pretending to take a pen and write something in his hand. Until he noticed the minimalist and almost imperceptible tattoo on the side of his right wrist. A semicolon. Curious, he sat up and let out a long sigh, Linna had already finished everything she needed to do and just rolled her eyes while feeling tense in his presence.

“He means it needs to be hidden if your body is exposed, say after shifting. Or disguised. Not many people know of the Task Force tattoo, but those who do will know you’re one of us the second they see it.” “How do you hide it when I’m naked?” I ask bluntly. “Well…” she draws the word out, thinking. “I’ve put it on the inside of one warrior’s cheek before.” I blanch. That sounds agonising. “Top of the inside of a thigh,” she adds. I shudder. I really don’t want a needle that close to my… yeah, no.

He looked at me briefly then back at my hand that was holding onto his. The biggest and clearer of the tattoos was on the back of his palm. It was drawn with dark ink that stood out on his well tanned dark hands. At first it looked like a sun rising in the horizon and glazing over a field with details of how it shines around it in tiny well drawn marks, I soon realized it was the sea the sun was rising on and not heaps in a field. "Solem Orientem Ghe Mari" I called out the foreign words written right under the tattoo of the sun and the sea. It sounded Latin or was it Italian?

What does he mean that’s for later? Cutting off the straps of my thong as well, he takes a step backward and removes his bowtie, which was already loose and hanging around his neck. As he gets to work unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes do not leave mine and even as they’re filled to the brim with anger, I can see the hunger. I was right about his body being covered in tattoos, but in this case, only his back and sides, save for one tattoo over his left pectoral, right over his heart. It is a black heart with a dagger with the words SANGUE PER SANGUE.