Ignorant Tattoos Novels & Stories

"We just want to ask some questions regards to Adrian, is he a member of some kind of cult? Do you have any ideas?" She looked at me in shock as she shakes her head. "No ma'am I believed Adrian can't be a member of something especially when it comes to religious beliefs. He is an Agnostic" I gave her the picture of Adrian's corpse showing the tattoo. "How long did he have this tattoo?" I asked. "He never had that tattoo. in fact, he doesn't have a tattoo, not even one!" She exclaimed Both Nick and I were dumbfounded. If he doesn't have a tattoo why is the symbol is on his body? Questions rapidly filling up my sense.

“Come on Mama don't tell me you still don't know why?’’ I looked at him in total confusion cause honestly I don't know what he's talking about and I wish I could understand but I don't, maybe I'll ask Charles if I see him. “So you don't know the meaning of all my tattoos?” “Come on Liam, you have the letter T tattooed all over your body, it's almost like you're obsessed with it at this point, how can I know what it means” “Fuck, mama you drive me crazy”

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” His question drew my attention to the tattoos on his upper bicep, and I noticed that all of the men wearing short or sleeveless tops were sporting the same one. It was an insignia, one I recognized only because I’d come across it in prison. I knew it was associated with an underworld gang and only then did I realize the extent of the situation I was finding myself in.

They all turned their backs while topless. I can say they are "hot" because of the shape of their bodies even with their backs turned. They only put nicknames. Nicknames, age, height, and even blood type are the only information contained there. The tenth picture on the last page grabs my attention. Like the others, it is also topless. It has a tribal tattoo on the waist. The tattoo has almost covered half of its back. I don't know but that body seems familiar to me. I read its information.

Close enough that people believed what they saw. I looked like what humans called a ‘bad boy’. Baggy jeans, Black tees, Sneakers, sometimes leather. I spoke less and associated little only when necessary. My shirts were almost always short-sleeved or just sleeveless, exposing the tattoos along my arms. Some were tribal. Others meant nothing at all. Elena was different. She only had one. Small. Subtle. Hidden just behind her ear. Her mother’s initials. She never talked about it. She didn’t need to.

He didn't seem to notice though, his eyes were far off and there was a small smile on his lips. Maya took the chance to really look at him, eyes tracing every inch and curve of his face. Of course, they were obscured by the mask but she knew every detail so well that she could remember everything even with the mask on. She knew that he had a small scar between his left eyebrow and lid. She knew about how slightly crooked his nose is which you couldn't notice from afar. She also knew that his eyes weren't really black but a dark shade of brown, it was so brown they looked black. Most importantly, she knew about the tattoo on the side of his right bicep, the one written in Latin which he said

The kind of eyes that could look at you, peel off every layer of your soul, and still find nothing worth keeping. He stood lazily leaning to the side, his grin never faltering once under my confused stare, his tall frame casting a shadow across the tiled floor. Sunlight from the wide windows hit the side of his neck, revealing the dark balm ink crawling up from under his shirt. Tattoo lines, shapes, and words snaked across his throat and hands. His skin was pale, almost ghostly against the black ink. And then, he smiled again. Not a friendly one. "Iñigo Gonzalez," he said, his voice smooth and deep, carrying that strange mix of amusement and warning. "César's..... friend."

Reiner explained. "So?" "According to the data obtained, everyone has the same tattoo." Reiner explained again. Reiner explained what he got. Morgan looked at the picture of the tattoo on Reiner's iPad clearly and then turned to Jonathan. Jonathan who understood immediately gave his explanation. "The snake with the skull head on it is an identifying mark of the rebel and Satanist groups in Country J. And they are all subordinates of the owner of the tattoo of a pair of snakes on the arm of someone who they believe is the boss of darkness." Jonathan explained.

Henry looked at me quietly, his voice so low and hoarse it barely sounded human. “Where?” I lifted a finger and shakily pointed a little lower on my back, toward those faintly visible indentations. It was an extremely private and extremely sensitive place. “I… I want to tattoo it on my lower back.” The moment the words left my mouth, I saw Henry’s pitch-black pupils contract sharply, narrowing to needle points. The sudden sense of danger made my skin prickle. … “Whoa… Who’s excited?” “Lower back! So scandalous!”