Interstate Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

she called out and I hummed titling my head to look at her. "What does the tattoo on your back mean?" She asked as my hands moved around her waist, laying in her lap. "The names are the people close to me I lost, the crown above the names represents the value they held in my life and the wings symbolizes prayers for peace and happiness," I replied "When did you get it?" "I started it when I was 17 and lost my bestfriend in a drive by and the names gradually increased as life went on," "I'm sorry about that,"

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

“What does it mean?” She heard the sound from his phone and scowled at him from over her shoulder. He’d just taken a picture of her tattoo, back to full brat mode. “Meaning?” he repeated, still holding his phone up. She rolled her eyes but explained it anyway. “It’s the kanji for ten, that means heaven. I thought that if I was going to carry something carved on my skin for the rest of my life, it should be something I truly believe in.”

Jack seemed a little surprised by her sudden interest, but that didn't seem to bother him at all. Actually, anyone could say that he was also enjoying to have that conversation with her. "Partially, yes. But the tattoo is not really that meaningful as you might think. Despite the fact that I do love watching the moon, this is the symbol of the Rebels." he explained. "Ah… That makes sense. It's very nice. I already said that, sorry…" "Don't need to apologize. You know…" Jack said as he got up from the chair. The dinner was already over and Violet didn't even realize it. Time was passing without her noticing it.

“The one I cut on the back?” I blinked at her. “You mean the little asswipe with the shitty tattoo who wanted to fuck up my pretty face with his brass knuckles? Yeah, I’m fairly positive I don’t care if he’s okay. But from the way he lit out of there like his tail was on fire, I’d say he’s just fine.” “It wasn’t a shitty tattoo,” she mumbled. “It was the eye of Horus. Some thought it was a symbol to ward off evil, but it’s actually supposed to symbolize healing.”

He doesn’t respond but swiftly makes a beeline to his office, and I follow him like a lost pup, with no clue what the tattoo means or why it’s such a big deal. When I get to the study, he’s already in front of his computer, typing away with determination. “Shit, this can’t be,” he mutters in disbelief. “What? What can’t be? What’s wrong, Jack? Is the tattoo an issue?” I rush to stand behind him. “This tattoo... it’s popular in Blue Water Pack.” “What? Do you mean Blue Waters Pack?” “The rose on the snake it’s from Blue Waters. The majority of people with this specific tattoo are their spies.”

Somehow, the thorn in his throat was alleviated. "Here, right?" the tattoo artist asked Beckett before touching his neck with their index finger. "Yeah," Beckett nodded. The tattoo artist began to ink Beckett's neck. It symbolized their membership in Foedus. Like that tattoo, their commitment to the Foedus Corporation should be the same. Forever... Or life in exchange. "All those I tattooed earlier have stories behind why they wanted their tattoos in those specific places," the tattoo artist commented while busy with their work. "How about yours?"

"Be nice. He was just doing what you said." "Yeah, but I was doing something a whole lot more important." Thomas rubbed a hand over his head as a tiny glint of sunlight highlighted the tattoo on his upper arm and shoulder. Instinctively, I smoothed a finger over the intricate design. "What does this mean?" Thomas flexed his bicep, glancing at the tattoo. "Which one? I picked three Greek symbols and combined 'em." "What's this one?" I ran my finger around the dark circular pattern. Goosebumps rushed over his arm as he stared at my lips. "Strength."

I said under my breath. These girls were either in their sixteen or seventeen and we're already exposed to the harsh and evil world at such their age. I was contently convinced, thises girls either didn't choose this life for themselves. Someone, had choosen to give them this kind of lives. “What the hell does this tattoo means? Why are their tongue cut off?" "perhaps the tattoo was a brand! Their means of identification and the cutting off of the tongue was to ensure if they are cut, they won't give out information about their existence!“

I flinched at the pain. "There… done" Maddy said and wiped off the blood from my skin. I finally let out a sigh of relief and waited for the pain to lessen before slowly standing up from the chair. I walked to the full-length mirror and looked into my detailed rose below my shoulder blade in awe. I wanted this pattern specifically because roses symbolize passion, promise, hope, and new beginnings. I saw Logan walking towards me before pressing a gentle kiss on my tattoo from behind. “It looks great,” he said.