Ignorant Tattoos Novels & Stories

Kevin turned around and he was still holding onto her soft body. “At first it would appear after heavy exercise! When we were young, we took fighting very seriously! We got tattoos because we were rebellious boys. Although our household was strict and there was no need to worry about anything in life, we still longed for a life that was free and out on the streets like those gangs! Perhaps we were influenced by the movies and thought that it was cool and manly! Getting a tattoo was very trendy and manly, but our identities do not allow us to appear as rebellious or dark. Therefore, we went to do an invisible one, to please ourselves in secret. Of course, we are no longer that childish! A man

The love of my life. Silvy The day after Goof proposed and claimed me he took me to Tank's tattoo shop to get my mark. Was I nervous? Hell yes. I was nervous about the entire process. Tank, bless the gentle giant, let me bring Ant in with us. Ant was a hit at the shop. I was a little worried the receptionist might not give him back. It took Tank forty five minutes to finish the work on my shoulder. According to Goof that is the least sexy part of my body. Did it burn? Sure. But not as bad as I thought it would be. I wanted to see what it looked like. Tank stood me in front of his mirror. It was amazing. It looked my the Renegades emblem with a motorcycle driving through the middle of it. A

"What are you doing?" "Huh? I'm sorry, but do you have any tattoos?" Annalia's question shows that she is brimming with interest. Adam eventually lets go of her hand after staring at her for a few seconds. "Yep. However, nobody will ever notice it. The only time you'll be able to see it is when the sun is shining, and the sun rays reflect off the tattoo," he imparts the information. Anna nodded, looking at it again. It makes perfect sense that she was unable to recognize this earlier, especially at midnight. She is under the impression that Adam's tattoo was drawn of two words written in a foreign language. It says "senza nome." She was unaware of its meaning, but she had the impression that

Half wolf is a little too generous, but I've decided that's what I'll tell people. "How the fuck do you know I have a tattoo?" "We were looking all over for you and we found your tattoo artist, that doesn't matter," I wave my hands in front of me, Alex looks completely confused, "I just wanted to see you and.... ask you to please stop ignoring Rio?" "No. I'm ignoring him for a reason." "What's the reason?"

Until I was pasted against the wall with my hands tied on my back. “Ouch… you are hurting me. Leave me.” I protested. “The world already has an impression of me. I don’t give a heck about it anymore. However, you need to be aware that I don’t like to hear excuses, yet you are lucky to be granted this opportunity twice.” His hot breath fell into my ears, as if someone from hell was downcasted and he was surely one. A devil. An inferno with a tattoo of a weird and unrecognizable symbol on the side of his neck, which I noticed when he flipped me around.

He smirked at her as he took another shot. "How do you know that?" She narrowed her eyes at him. "Your tattoo, BT, uses a kind of sign that looks like a dragon bringing out fire from its mouth, I've heard of it," he replied with a simple shrug. Sage was still narrowing her eyes as she looked around him. "I don't see any tattoos, where are you from?" "Let's say no where" he shrugged again. She just shook her head and took a tiny cup then gulped it. She took the second one and banged it on the table before standing up.

A wave of relief washed over me so potent it nearly made me dizzy. I used to be consumed by a petty jealousy over that tattoo, not because of what it was, but because it wasn't from me. It was from a man who had hurt him. "I used to ignore it, but now that he's back again... I want to tattoo something else. Turns out I do like tramp stamps. Do you have any suggestions?"

He can’t spare me, no matter how compliant I am. He stands from the bed and removes every piece of clothing from his body. The tattoos expand from his chest to his stomach, down to his strong torso. Black ink against his tanned skin. There are so many things written in Russian. But one particular thing catches my eye, it’s on his left torso, big and clear, “ To forgive is to sin.” The words send shivers racing down my spine. Who on earth writes something like that on their body? Not just write, but brand it into their skin permanently.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

"A tattoo? What does it look like, Sage? Is it a mark of loyalty or something else entirely?" Sage took a deep breath, describing the tattoo in detail. "The tattoo is a circular symbol, intricately designed with mysterious patterns. It's unlike any markings I've seen within any pack. The lines are precise, and the symbol radiates an aura of secrecy." My mind raced with possibilities, trying to understand the implications of this discovery. "Could it be a symbol of an external influence? Is there a chance that an outside group or organization has infiltrated their pack?" Leaning forward, I locked my gaze with Sage, my voice filled with determination. "Sage, we must exercise patience and obser