Interstate Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

So she answered truthfully. "No, that tattoo is a representation of a mate's claim. Only with a mate's touche, it will shine brightly. It recognizes the person whom it represents. No one can make the tattoo shine that brightly. It's impossible" Anna said. "What does it means if Drake's tattoo shines when I touch it?" Nyra asked in a daze. "Then that means you are his mate" Anna replied without thinking. The moment the words are out, Anna looked at Nyra with wide stunning eyes.

My God, help me, I am dying and there will be no one who can come to save me! Her back was as well defined as her abdomen but the tattoo, God the tattoo made her stand out in such a striking way that I was sure drool would come out of my mouth at that moment, the tattoo was alluding to marine things I couldn't get the slightest bit of that doubt, but could not define what things were.

"What do you mean, Aunty?" "It seems you're rebelling against us. You go out and get tattoos. I mean they're small and not that visible, but still —, " she shook her head and exhaled. "Aunty I'm sorry you guys feel that way, but each of my tattoos means something to me. The one on my wrist is Dad's name, the one below my left rib is Mom's name, and the butterfly behind my ears represents my transformation. I was once a broken child, and now I'm gaining confidence as the days go by," I told her.

I ask him. " On my back. And it says the heart can be darker too. And free drugs. I was seventeen then." He says and I smile. " Second?" " Omertà." He answers. " You know I actually thought that was supposed to be your first tattoo." " Nah. My dad never wanted me to have that in case I decided to leave the mob." He says. " And what does the Arabic tattoo mean? And why Arabic?" I ask. " I like them and the language. And the meaning; It means 'my soul is darker than night'. The other one is 'angels don't die'."

Finally, the question tore out of me. “What does the tattoo mean?” Silence answered first. Heavy and deliberate. I looked back at him, insistent. “Adriano.” “It means the people coming after me aren’t amateurs,” he said flatly. “It means war is here.” “That’s not a real answer.” His gaze snapped to mine, sharp enough to cut. “It’s the only answer you’re getting.” I crossed my arms, frustration and fear twisting violently inside my chest. “You always do this. You decide what I can handle, what I deserve to know, like I’m some fragile little doll you need to protect from the truth.”

Actually, it was pleasurable pain. “Long story short, she believes we can keep Adron from possessing us if we get this symbol tattooed on us.” “You want me to tattoo my body?” Wade asked again. “You already are covered in tattoos.” “These have meaning!” He argued. “And getting a tattoo that will keep Adron out of your head? After what happened to Megan and Jet, I think they would consider this a meaningful tattoo.” I challenged bluntly. “When you say it like that…” Wade trailed off. “What do you have to lose? Honestly, if this will help us get the extra edge, why not try?” Emily intervened.

The tattoo artist asked Julie Williams what design she wanted. Julie turned to me with a faint smile on her face. “What did Annie choose? Maybe I’ll borrow some inspiration from her.” I remained silent. Zach Cross answered for me. “Give her the rose.” The tattoo artist froze for a moment. The tattoo pen in his hand hovered over the stencil. “Mr. Zach, that design was custom-made for Miss Annie. By tradition, the Godmother’s tattoo can only be placed on—”

chest rising in a calm rhythm like he was meditating, not surrounded by criminals. Speaking of his tattoos, he's got the weirdest tats I have seen on any guy. His back bore the most outrageous tattoos in the history of tattoos. His back looked like someone had lost a wrestling match with a possessed octopus holding a tattoo gun. From shoulder to shoulder, the ink sprawled like a chaotic crime scene—tribal swirls, demonic curls, and angry squiggles that might’ve once meant something, but now just screamed, “I don’t pay taxes and I bite.”

He holds his hands up and backs off. Lola pouts. “Being a girl suck sometimes.” Ryland strips down right in front of me. My gaze lingers on his bare chest. I swallow hard—he’s stunning. The tattoo etched on his stomach catches my eye, pulling my focus away from his sculpted body. It reads ‘Keep fighting.’ Words have never hit me quite as hard as those ones tattooed on his skin. I wonder why those words. What is the meaning behind them? I finally lift my head and look at his face.

“What’s this tattoo for?” Jase shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts. “Originally, it was a punishment when I was sixteen as a reminder that I was fifth in the crew. Now it signifies my team, the five men of Chaos. I think I might have Lachlan alter it to make it a six so that you’re included in that number,” Jase says thoughtfully. “You can’t add to it with every new member of the family, silly man,” I say merrily. He grabs my hand from his face and kisses my knuckles. “Sure I can. I have my personal tattoo artist, after all.” He smirks, looking over my shoulder at me.