Ignorant Tattoos Novels & Stories

Samantha: “ Women should never get a tattoo here! They are frowned upon! Kataleya: “ Different from my homeland! There everyone gets tattoos, pierces their ears, noses, lips and other things! Samantha: “ I still remember when my mother-in-law Clarina saw Igor's tattoo on her back, she almost had a fit! Haha ha Kataleya: “ The Triquetra tattoo! Samantha nodded. Kataleya smiled: “ It symbolizes the past, present and future, linked to time and infinity... Katherina: “ The day I get a tattoo, my husband will kill me! Kataleya laughed: “ Igor's brother? Charles? Katherina nodded. Samantha: “ Your future husband is very different from our husbands! Francie: “ Uncle Igor is free! He never did anyth

Igor looks at me like I’m crazy for a few beats. I repeat my words. “Let my brother go and I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” “You say that now, after you stabbed me?” I gulp, unsure of what to say to that. He keeps the ball of tissues on his chest and then he turns around to discard them before pulling new ones. His whole back is covered in the not detailed tattoo of a skull I’ve ever seen before. There’s a cross right on its forehead, and I can’t help but wonder what it means.

She was upset that I didn't recognize her, and seemed deeply upset when I pushed her arms away and stared at her. Despite the simple black dress, the neckline was deep enough for the tattoo of his capital sin to be quite significant and easy to decipher. In the center of the small trunk was the image of a fat badger with his mouth wide open, where a small man fell into it. Around the animal, crosses, tombstones and flames spiralled over the woman's pale skin. The rest of the drawing was not noticeable enough for me to lose more than a few seconds staring, so I looked away when she also looked.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

"There's not one that doesn't have a memory to go along with it. I sure as fuck don't go to a tattoo artist with some trendy ass Chinese lettering that I don't even understand." He seems offended by the notion, almost as if it's personal. "Someone you know has done that?" "You could say that. Some dumbass kid who doesn't know how the world is yet, and now he's got some symbols on his arm that probably mean eat shit and die." I can't help it, I laugh. He's so thoroughly disgusted.

Finding his gaze unnerving, she instantly flickered her gaze down. Her cheeks flushed when she realized he wasn’t wearing any shirt. His rugged body resembled a canvas. A number of tattoos spread across his tanned chest. There was a tattoo of a serpent designed on his upper left chest and the other side had roman numbers written on it. Her eyes traveled down his bulging biceps and paused at a tattoo that caused her a tinge of discomfort. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed the evil symbol, a sigil of Baphomet branded on his bicep. Being a devotee of god, the discovery scandalised her. Why would anyone get that? Not a moment later, she realized it wasn’t the only one, he also had an un

He gives me apologetic eyes and moves back to the wardrobe to pick out his clothes in it and I follow, he reaches in to pick out his shirt and I see the large but beautiful tattoo of the word Rogue wrapped up in black wings on his back and my eyes trail down to the written words he had tattooed on the right side of his ribcage, the one he told me what it meant over a year ago. I try to read out every word written there even if it's barely showing from his sitting position and the fact that he already has a black T-shirt over his head, "Si pasas por el infierno, sigue adelante." my hand slowly raises his clothe to traces it and I can feel how his body tenses up almost immediately, "you told m

REIGN INK. Bold, unapologetic, and carved into the brick wall like it had been there forever. I shouldn’t be here. I wasn’t the type of girl who got tattoos. I didn’t wear leather. I didn’t drink whiskey or stay out past midnight or let strangers touch my skin. Hell, I hadn’t even been kissed properly. So what the hell was I doing standing in front of a tattoo shop at 8:17 p.m. with my heart in my throat and my thighs pressed together like they had a secret?

“You just forgot we exist. Which, again, is incredibly rude.” Keyu gave his usual quiet, judgmental nod. Yael offered a small, easy wave. Norio just wore that smirk of his, like he was privy to the whole plot twist. “So they moved closer, huh?” Yael observed, slipping his gun into his holster. “Thought they’d stay tucked away in Palawan. Convenient for us, though and shorter travel time.” Igor snapped his fingers loudly, successfully drawing our scattered attention back to him. His face was hard, burning with fury that simmered just beneath the surface. “Everyone remember this, they have a tattoo on their neck. That’s their signature.”

I carry my face from his chest slowly and carefully, not to wake him up I roll over and lie on my side. I admire his sinful beauty, if I can just touch it once more. That's right I can touch it, after all he's sleeping. I flatten my palm on his chest and feel each rhythmic movement his chest makes when he breathes. I outline his body with my hands, over the six divisions on his belly to the tattoo on his chest. I remember when he got that, I came back tired from the classes I had and he came into my house grinning like he just won a lottery. He made me close my eyes, trust me I still cheated, opening my eyes slightly to try to take peaks of whatever surprise he was bringing up. When I opened