Hood Hand Tattoos Novels & Stories

“Actually, I was hoping for something different along the way here. Do you do wrist tattoos, master? Paired with something on a ring finger, too. We both become too hands-on sometimes that the wedding rings come off and get lost. Can we have that?” “…I think having it on the hand is less painful.” Gryphon knew what was happening, but he didn’t react negatively. If anything, he could only play dumb if the hyena tried to wrestle with that. He then offered his left hand. “I write a lot on my right, so can I have it on the left side? Still a lion for me.”

I heave out a humourless chuckle. She leads me towards the couch and I look down to stare at the tattoo on her hands. It mesmerizes me the second I saw it, it’s electric blue and a lot larger than every other elemental out there. I included. 2 large lightning bolts are carved on the sides of her hands, starting from her wrists all the down to her elbows, and both ends of the bolts are connected to the other through a white line.

She asked again. His silver watch was tied on his right hand, I didn't notice infinity tattoo in his left hand when they shook hands together. Atty. Galiego is left-handed, he was the first one who offered shake hands. He gave his left hand and Atty. Nicdao gave his left hand too for sure because it is not fit if he gave his right hand.

" I asked him for a handshake which he surprisingly took this time. "Hi, she's sick so I took her home," Elliot replied, this time he looked calm. "Wow, No wonder she hasn't been answering her calls" "I took her home, she should be sound asleep now," Elliot said, sounding like a caring fiance. "Ok. Thanks, Elliot for letting me know." I said. I bid everyone goodnight but my mind traveled back to what I saw on Elliot's arm. I saw it when I shook his hands, I saw a symbol, it was a tattoo. It was a symbol of a moon and a crown. The crown was on top of the moon making it look like a crowned moon.

I had always imagined how romantic it was going to be, but right now, it hurts more than it pleases me. He had tattoos on his chest, arms, and hand. The tattoo on his chest had words I couldn't read because it was way too tiny; A lion on his arm with words I still couldn't read because they weren't English; and a rose on his arm with his mother's name tattooed in it.

Never once did her emotions take over as she mocked me, no she was just calm, bored almost. Nothing I said would or could penetrate her mental armour, as she slid off her signature black silk gloves. Looking over her long black perfectly manicured nails, the black diamond promise ring Angelo gave her for her sixteenth birthday sitting upon her long elegant fingers. A single letter ‘A’ tattooed on her right hand just above her thumb.

I replied softly, my fingers tracing the intricate lines of his hand tattoos. As my fingertips glided over the designs etched into his skin, I couldn't help but marvel at their uniqueness. His tattoos are very peculiar. Unlike the tattoos sported by his friends, Ace's ink seemed to tell a story of its own, each symbol and pattern holding a mysterious allure. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation as I felt his hand sliding inside my panties, his touch warm and comforting. His hand lingered just there. "Ace," I murmured, my fingers trailing lightly over his chest.

"Promise?" "I promise." "Pinky promise?" Ryder stretched out her pinky. "Pinky promise." Midnight said and grabbed her pinky finger, but before he could get a good grip on it, Ryder slapped his hand away. "The right hand. Use your right hand." "It's the same. It doesn't make any difference." "It does. The right hand has the mole. The left one doesn't." "What does that have to do with our pinky promise?"

With a solid blink, I jerk myself from the blue sea and absorb the rest of him. He's wearing a white, button-down shirt with the cuffs hanging loose. The top three buttons at his neck are undone displaying a bit of his chest and flawless skin. The material of the shirt stretches over his heavily muscled biceps and forearms and across his equally defined torso. He untangles his fingers from my hair and rests his hand beside my hip. His other hand is on his knee. His fingers are long and powerful. A heavy gold ring with a large black stone is on the ring finger of his right hand. A simple gold band circles his thumb. His left hand is bare. I've never been fond of men wearing jewelry, but on Mo

My trembling hands finally manage to peel my shirt off my flesh, but damn the hooks of my bra for requiring precision. “No, I am not kidding. That alternative beats having you shove your gloved fingers inside me; that’s unsanitary.” For a moment, he says nothing, merely watches me fumble with my bra before sighing and peeling his gloved hands. Why? In the past, he exchanged them for latex gloves from his drawers. Should I ask or— The thought is quickly replaced by awe at the burn mark on his right hand that the tattoo extends to cover beautifully, in that the flowers of the cherry blossoms are the less pigmented areas of his skin.