Japanese Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

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.

But using silver made the normal pain of getting a tattoo about a hundred times worse. And she didn't just have one cute little heart or flower on her belly. No, she had a stunning Phoenix nestled between her breasts, its wings fanning out over her pert mounds, but designed so that the flesh around her nipples was left untouched- looking as though they were peeking out alluringly from behind the bird. And if that were not enough visual titillation, the tail of the bird curled around the entire left side of her torso and flared out into beautiful swirls and tail feathers covering her belly. Like her nipples, the skin around her belly button was left untouched revealing an enticing belly butto

My brows rises in confusion. “To wash you up,” her lips drag in a faint smile. What is it with her? Why is she acting so strange? Or is it something that runs in the household? She leads the way and I follow behind her. We get to the large bathroom, and her fingers push down her nightgown. It drops down her feet. She stands bare in front of me, giving me her back. There is a long Japanese snake tattoo behind her neck to her butt. The tattoo almost has the same details as the one found on Alpha Arkon, but the animals and representation differ.

His chest was covered in beautiful tattoo’s, a dragon on one side and a wolf on the other. He smiled, seeing me appreciate his art. "Are you staring at my abs or at my tattoo’s’, he joked. "They represent me, my wolf side and my human side. My family is originally from Japan, so that’s why I chose the dragon," he said sounding more serious than normally. They really were beautiful. "I have always wanted to get one, but I didn’t have the time or money." I told Kenzo. "When everything settles down I’ll take you to get one, my treat," he said.

I reach a hand out and trace my fingers along the line of one of his tattoos, knowing its just an excuse to touch his sculpted abs. “Sri Yantra I believe the geometric designs are called,” I comment, remembering studying the designs when I took art during my senior years of high school. “Yes,” he confirms, smiling at me like he's impressed. “They symbolise balance and meditation, two things I need in my hectic life” “I love them,” I tell him, resting my palm on his chest. I can feel his heart beat increase and for a moment I think he's going to lean down and kiss me but instead he surprises me by pulling away.

The result was flawless. After I finished, I sat in the corner and watched with interest as Hector took his turn. He had decided to finish the sleeve on his right arm, while Jonathan had chosen to tattoo his shoulder in a tribal Maori design. The two deeply respected Maori culture and were thrilled to get traditional Maori tattoos. Jonathan's tattoo symbolized resilience, while Hector's represented strength and courage. After a few hours, we finished and returned to the pack house. When we pulled up, a few guards stood by the front door. After getting out of the car, one of them stepped towards us before we had the chance to walk up the stairs.

he asked with a light laugh which sounded so sexy. I scolded myself for acting like a school girl in front of her crush. Everything about my ex could make your mouth water. Though I didn't need to feel embarrassed admiring his body because we were a couple, I couldn't help it. Any woman could easily go gaga over him and do sinful things for this man. I couldn't blame Lolla at all. With a bikini-wrecking smile, he raised his right arm and placed his hand at the back of his head so I could see his tattoo clearly. My eyes widened. His tattoo was my name in Kanji characters. Below, the translation of each character was written in English alphabets.

“You had your initial tattooed on me, yes.” He shook his head and touched the tattoo on her ankle. “No. See, this is the heart. Half of the heart was extended down to form the letter J. Beside it is a butterfly. The body of the butterfly with a dot at the top is the letter I. The top part of the butterfly wing, is actually curved to form the letter N. Didn’t you notice why those lines were thicker than the rest of the lines?” Julianne stared at her ankle, making out the lines of her tattoo.

“Something exclusive.” “Exclusive? Sure. I’ll have him recommend some.” Soon a batch of designs came through. Forrest introduced them seriously. “Demon tattoo, also called a slave mark. Usually on the lower abdomen. You know what it means. But people who get this are usually women…” Forrest turned his head and saw Lorenzo studying the designs with full focus. A chill ran down his spine. “Bro, you are not thinking of doing this, right?” Lorenzo stubbed out his cigarette and said calmly, “She said she wanted to leave her exclusive mark on me.”

“Shit. This stinks, you keep it.” He knew she hadn’t noticed the logo of his band on it, and he wanted her to keep it and find out later. A little souvenir. She caught it and threw it in the plastic bag with the rest of her laundry. When she turned around to put on her panties, he paid attention to the discreet tattoo under her left shoulder for the first time. A symbol and a feather. “Chinese?” he asked, touching it. “Japanese,” she replied, doing the button fly. “What does it mean?”