Hidden Semicolon Tattoo Novels & Stories

I needed something more permanent to claim him as mine, something that he would see and remind him of me every single day. Suddenly, a crazy thought came to me as I sat up looking at him. I decided to put a tattoo on him. Not some painful branding with fire, but a sensual marking. Something I could put on his skin myself, slowly and intimate, while keeping him hard and leaking for me. I had a special semi permanent tattoo ink in the drawer which was perfect. It was dark, waterproof, and designed to last for weeks, maybe months if he didn’t scrub it hard and that’s long enough to remind him constantly who he belonged to.

Xavier cursed. "Just like us, they shared the same symbol to their family. Their emblem is a certain wildflower, Achillea millefolium, or Yarrow. The tattoos are printed against the skin on their nape. It's too small to be even noticed," Zeus explained. Xavier's brows furrowed as he looked closely into the picture. "A month ago in L.A when I was on my honeymoon, I received this strange message," he admitted. "What did it say?"

"So you have a tattoo?" Mia looked up from sipping her strawberry smoothie and looked at the four of us. We were actually all curious. She nodded. "Yes. But it's nothing fancy. Just a semicolon." I could tell there was a story behind the tattoo but we didn't pressure her. If she wanted to say, she would. We all looked at her curiously, and she was unusually quiet. "Every tattoo has a meaning." Jason broke the tense atmosphere and I could scowl at him, but I wanted to know more about her tattoo.

My hair is down my back in waves, covering the exposed skin. When I look down the dress, I can see the black ink of the tattoo I had done in the month that Dalon and I hadn’t spoken. I had wanted a permanent reminder of him and our time together. A reminder that Italy wasn’t just some dream. The tattoo is simple, but the meaning behind it is powerful. The tattoo is a sun with a moon inside it to symbolize two opposite worlds coming together in the most unexpected but beautiful ways. Like an eclipse that is so rare, but so powerful and beautiful to witness.

she smiled at the attendant. In the end, Cam was the first to receive the new permanent adornment on her skin, the small Serotonin molecule was engraved behind her ear. And Theo got his golden ratio on his forearm before Rose and I entered the room, as Sky and Liam seemed to be renting the second tattoo artist for an eternity. " What did you guys think? " Cam moved his hair out of the way so that we could see the design. " It looks great, Cam," I complimented. " My parents will kill me if they find out," she groaned, hiding her face with her hand.

It was easier to lie when he couldn't see Karen's eyes. “Were you happy when that happened?” Karen asked, and there was something gentle in her voice. Genuine interest, without judgment. Sebastian let out a dry, humorless laugh and rolled up his shirt sleeve, revealing his left wrist, where the tattoo 385900 was permanently marked. He ran his thumb over the numbers, a gesture he sometimes made without realizing it when he was nervous or thoughtful. “No,” he said simply. “Why not?” Karen leaned forward slightly, genuine confusion on her face. “You have a family. You were rescued and got out of there.”

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

" I love parties, I love getting drunk, I am secretly in love with my best friend. I'm 18 and oh, l have a thing for pretty boys with big dicks" "That's..." He trailed off. "Very detailed." Detailed? I ain't even started yet. "Come closer, check out my first tattoo." I leaned closer to him, tilted my head so that he could have full view of my neck. "A semi colon" He said quietly. I sat back upright and asked him. "Do you want to touch it?" "I... "You can" I took his hand and placed it on my neck.

If I sat at home hiding, he would have won. "Okay, Kitten." He walked out of the room; turning, I noticed the tattoo. I had not even looked at it. I gave my ideas and trusted Sean with what he chose. Turning, I glanced down; it was beautiful, a long whip with Lacys wrapping around it. I was glad he chose this one; it is like saying, 'I am tough, yet I am delicate like a Lacy.'