Hidden Semicolon Tattoo Novels & Stories

He nodded, totally understanding what I was thinking through our connection. As he stood up, I could not help but let my eyes wander over him, pausing at his chiseled abs and then down to his pelvis. Right there in the middle was a thick, four-inch tattoo of an infinity symbol. Mated wolves have this thing where they let anyone who catches a glimpse of their skin below the waist know they have a mate. This tattoo meant a lot. A lump formed in my throat as my eyes began to water. How long had he been dealing with this?

"How did you get it?" I tensed. "It's old. Doesn't matter." "It matters if it's on my canvas." He leaned in a little. "Tell me." "I fell. When I was a kid, bike accident. That's all." He didn't look convinced. His eyes moved lower. "And this." The brush handle touched the inside of my thigh. Right where the hidden tattoo sat, a small black symbol. A circle with a slash through it. My ex had made me get it. Said it meant I belonged to him. I always kept it covered, today the position made it impossible to hide.

This guy is challenging him and as the bad boy he is, I expect him to be furious, probably hit him or something "Oh, is it because of this chick, you know you have a good taste of girls, I'll give that to you" he said clicking his tongue twice Kendall tightened his grip on my hand and stepped a bit in front of me "I'm sure she's gonna end up like the others" he laughed evilly The others joined and he went away but not after brushing his shoulder daringly with Kendall's Then the girl Tattoo guy whom I assumed to be Jason held winked at Kendall which he just ignored.

He thought again, "sinuous, dangerous and supremely sexual." One tattoo in particular was prominent and drew the eye; it was a bright red "slut stamp" very low on her lower back that was repeated low on her belly, just above the pubic mound. It said, in both locations, "Candy Slut to Paulo Zero." The words of the tattoo were in a pre-Columbian language that Barnes would never have a hint of. In addition, like a Bay area poster from the psychedelic era the tat's lettering was very stylized, even if it was in English it would be near impossible to read. Some English word fragments were visible in the edging and lines of the distorted shapes. Incorporated into the tat were sexual images and tri

"What are you doing?" "Huh? I'm sorry, but do you have any tattoos?" Annalia's question shows that she is brimming with interest. Adam eventually lets go of her hand after staring at her for a few seconds. "Yep. However, nobody will ever notice it. The only time you'll be able to see it is when the sun is shining, and the sun rays reflect off the tattoo," he imparts the information. Anna nodded, looking at it again. It makes perfect sense that she was unable to recognize this earlier, especially at midnight. She is under the impression that Adam's tattoo was drawn of two words written in a foreign language. It says "senza nome." She was unaware of its meaning, but she had the impression that

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

"Not everyone looking for me is as careless as Julian Vane. There are people out there who don't understand the concept of 'surrender.'" He approached me, and even though he walked with a slight limp, his presence was still overwhelming. He stopped in front of the stove, and the light from the fire illuminated the tattoos on his back once more. I was mesmerized by one in particular on his left shoulder blade: an ancient shield intertwined with thorns and an iron crown. It didn't look like the design of a common tattoo parlor; it had the symmetry of an official seal, of a coat of arms that demanded respect.

,he answered. “Stupid people.If they’re hiding you,why would they even bother to put a tattoo on you if they’re protecting their surnames?It’s nonsense”,he added. “I have no idea,I have a tattoo”,she said curiously. “Seriously?”,he asked sarcastically. “It’s here.It’s hidden”,he said then touched the tattoo. “An infinity line with three lines below it”,he added describing the tattoo he saw. “Every Silvenia has a tattoo like yours but it was displayed.While yours was hidden”,he said. “Now I know why,You are Silvenia’s hidden treasure”,he added.

Rowan glanced at her and noticed her gaze fixed on the small, thin tattoo on her ankle. Nora wore a pair of knee-length wide-leg shorts and low-cut white sneakers, revealing the slender tattoo on her ankle. From a distance, it was difficult to discern what it represented, but upon closer inspection, it was a delicate "f". It was mainly to represent the word ‘forget’. Rowan had suggested she get the tattoo. Perhaps artists and designers tended to have a more unconventional and distinctive taste. Otherwise, given her personality, she would never have considered getting a tattoo.