Hua Cheng Tattoo Novels & Stories

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?

" Yes of course." " Okay, get ready cause is long..." He said why putting down his food. " Okay firstly, I have one on my chest a wing tattoo which signifies liberty for me. On my forearm, the word GO is written in capital letters cause I love traveling. On my right bicep a big moon representing darkness, on my thorax a rose surrounded with thorns representing the lovely but difficult relationship with my mom. Here,( showing me his left hand) three birds on the back of my left hand representing freedom of choice. On my left-right arm my name written in Chinese, this one, I have done it in Japan during one of my trips. On my left palm a roaring lion representing power. On my right middle fing

Cassandra's POV “Tell me what you think,” Chris held his breath as my fingers moved to touch the tattoo on his back. Oh God, I've seen this tattoo so many times, but in this messed up state, I'm saying that I want to see it. “You... when did you get this tattoo?” I stared at the bird's eye on his back—the eagle and the snake. Chris had a tattoo of an eagle wrapped around a snake, so the two seemed to be competing to outdo each other. From a distance, I hadn't really noticed that there was a snake in this tattoo, but it turned out that the snake clutching the eagle looked very real when approached.

“Shit. This stinks, you keep it.” He knew she hadn’t noticed the logo of his band on it, and he wanted her to keep it and find out later. A little souvenir. She caught it and threw it in the plastic bag with the rest of her laundry. When she turned around to put on her panties, he paid attention to the discreet tattoo under her left shoulder for the first time. A symbol and a feather. “Chinese?” he asked, touching it. “Japanese,” she replied, doing the button fly. “What does it mean?”

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.

“There are some places in California I’d like to check out too, like Laguna Beach, for body-surfing, body-boarding, diving, and tide-pooling.” “A thrill-seeker, huh?” He grinned. “That I am.” I pointed to his tattoo, solid black, with curves that ended in points and interlocked in complex patterns and abstract designs. “Tell me more about that. I noticed it the first day at work, but I was too embarrassed to ask.” He lifted his short sleeve. “Oh. Well, this is the symbol of strength, power, and bravery.”

A paint-stained t-shirt covers the wide expanse of his chest while colorful tattoos cover his arms and up his neck. Weston Chancler is the polar opposite with olive skin, ebony hair, and chocolate eyes. The edge of a black and grey tattoo peeks out from underneath the v of his black long-sleeve shirt on his broad chest. Weston notices where my eyes have and with a smirk, he whispers, "You disappeared. It's for you anyway, baby girl. I have been missing you." A blush scarlet's my cheeks. He got a permanent memorial from me inked on his skin. 'Why did he do that?' Weren't we just friends? I could not have been that important to him.

I asked myself as I backed away weakly and nervously looking at the two Koi tattoos behind him. 'It's a Koi… Yin Yang… And the tattoo on her back isn't a moon.'

Harry answers while turning his motorbike back to where we passed by. He finally parked his motorbike right outside the tattoo parlour shop called INKED and I have never been sure in my entire life for getting a tattoo. Before, I never really wanted to have one because I don’t like the thought of having tattoos on me and I am a little bit scared of needles. But now, I am so sure to get a tattoo and it’s the only way to help us remember of each other, by getting inked of something that can easily make me remember him.

Ye Chen continued to explore the Caos Energy that was residing within him with the help of Huang. A large, vast cave was carved out with a carved eastern dragon circling the hall, and its massive head came over a throne where a Bullish man with a long dark beard and hair looked like a barbarian. He wears the animal skin of a leopard around his body and has a massive double-sided ax as his primary weapon beside the throne. It has a large golden belt with the emblem of a dragon carved into it, circling a caldron. Sat looking at an elder kneeling before him. He was seen with his head bowed and breathing heavily, anticipating his fate with the man on the throne. “First Elder Chai Hangar, you see