Hinata Tattoo Novels & Stories

My brows rises in confusion. “To wash you up,” her lips drag in a faint smile. What is it with her? Why is she acting so strange? Or is it something that runs in the household? She leads the way and I follow behind her. We get to the large bathroom, and her fingers push down her nightgown. It drops down her feet. She stands bare in front of me, giving me her back. There is a long Japanese snake tattoo behind her neck to her butt. The tattoo almost has the same details as the one found on Alpha Arkon, but the animals and representation differ.

That every wish of mine would be fulfilled with him by my side. Laying down on my pillow without feeling any pain, I fell in a deep sleep. The very deep sleep that seemed like forever. On waking up, I felt much pain in my back. Something felt like a huge wound on my back, I rushed to the mirror to check what it was that was paining me so much. To find out, it was a bat tattoo. I didn't cry instead I felt so happy.

Her reason had already evaporated. That was when Belle’s half-lidded gaze caught something on Bastian’s left hip. The skin there was still red and irritated, where the tattoo artist had just injected fresh black ink. A small silhouette was etched there. A sparrow with its wings spread. Belle’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened as she stared at the new tattoo, then lifted her gaze back to Bastian with stunned disbelief. “You… tattooed that?” she whispered. Her finger trembled as she pointed toward Bastian’s hip without daring to touch it. “On your body?”

He’s attractive too — I’ve often thought his smile, in particular, is rather distracting. “Do you have a mate, Henry?” Renee asks, smirking when she catches me checking him out. I flush. Henry settles on his lounger, getting comfortable. “No. I can’t find my mate while this is active,” he says, pointing to the tattoo on his shoulder. I’ve noticed it before — a black circle with a howling wolf’s head in the centre, and calligraphy looping around the inside rim. I frown at him. “What do you mean?”

"It's just needles, Cheryl." "Yeah, absolutely not. I have a phobia of needles," I said, gripping my arm. "It won’t hurt that much, I promise. You’ll barely feel it," she assured me. After a ridiculous amount of back and forth, I finally decided to face my fears. I held onto Anna for dear life through the hardest thirty minutes of my existence while the tattoo artist inked Miles Jun-ho Han onto my skin, right above my ribs, with a small purple butterfly beside it—a symbol of how he made me feel.

said Tucker, his black plaits hanging down his rippling back. “I will,” offered the tattooed Hayden. Removing his jacket, the delicate inking down his arms was on full display. His forearms were a menagerie of every animal and bird, all gently entwined in delicate ivy and branches. “Oh thank you so much!” Naomi simpered before putting her fists up and bouncing so her tits jiggled. /Unfair advantage right there/ Rush complained remembering how easily we were fooled as teens. Repeatedly.

"Where's your evidence? And where's why you can identify her?" Liam points at her right hand that's barely covered by the white clothe. "That small upside down cross tattoo over there." "A lot of people have tattoos there, same tattoo at the same exact spot. What makes her different?" "This..." He pulls up his own turtle neck sleeve and shoes the doctor the same exact tattoo on his own wrist. Ivy looked on, shocked because she has never seen the tattoo before. "You see this mark here? It looks like an upside down cross to every other simple minded person but what it actually is a kite." He flicks his wrist around to his own point of view and they see it. "We had a master tattoo master do it

Harrison glanced at the screen, then turned his head to look at me, asking, "What's wrong, Kayla? Did you notice anything?" "This—," I pointed at the screen, the tattoo on the side of the man's middle finger, my voice starting to tremble. "Look, on the side of his finger, there's a small tattoo..." With my reminder, Harrison leaned closer to the screen, carefully examining it. "It does seem to be a tattoo. It looks like... " "...an infinity symbol," I almost didn't think twice before blurting out the answer. Surprisingly, Harrison, who was observing the screen intently, was a beat slower in his response.

He bent his head and tongued the tattoo on her right butt cheek. India sucked in a quick breath. Then he turned his head and tongued the tattoo on her left butt cheek. Another hissing intake of air. Colt flattened his tongue and dragged it up and down her spine, over the infinity symbol—two long, twisted black lines—a tattoo that started above her butt and ended at the gigantic butterfly spread between her shoulder blades. No traditional tramp stamp for his India. Her skin was a canvas; every marking on her was a work of art.

Henry heard Mia's words, he looked up at the rearview mirror, where Mia's image was reflected, his cold face became gentler, he raised his hand, where there was a tattoo with a special shape and said. “Mia! Do you want to get the same tattoo as me? We both have the same tattoo on the same body part, okay?” Mia heard this, she just noticed Henry’s arm, he often wore long sleeved shirts, so Mia didn’t pay much attention to his arm, besides the tattoo was on the inside of his arm, this was very difficult to notice. Mia heard Henry’s words, her innocent face flashed a bit of red, not knowing what Mia was thinking, her face quickly turned red, Mia shyly said.