Joestar Star Tattoo Novels & Stories

I mean, if he really did date Cassandra Richardson and he's into girls who look like her then I should trim my expectations cause that girl has the face of an Angel and a body of a goddess. I would never compete with that. "Your neck tattoo, what does it mean?" I clear my throat. "You think there's a meaning behind a star tattoo?" He stares at the glass to avoid looking at me. "I know there's a meaning or better yet, a message." I snap my fingers, pointing at him. "There is no meaning or message, I just had it done." He says, clenching his jaw. I stare at it while he stares down at the glass.

“It’s okay. Don’t explain anymore. Just… can I beg you something?” Kai tilted his head, wary. “What is it?” “I need you to agree with your father’s plan. Not because it’s your father’s plan… but because I finally figured out where Jaden’s tattoo is from.” Kai’s eyes narrowed. “Where?” Martin’s voice dropped. “It’s from… the Yakuza. The Japanese mafia.”

Leonidas stared at his friend as the male got another tattoo on his back, the red panther tattoo being his neck being the only red thing in the sea of black creatures and words. The man doing the tattoo, a Dionysus Familia, by the name of Stratos, a friend of Loukas made him felt a bit uncomfortable because of his way of speaking and numerous rings on his nose but there was nothing he could tell Loukas to change the male's mind on him. Leonidas felt his eyes stray again to the red tattoo on Loukas' back, a little bit of jealousy filling him.

“What tattoo are you talking about?” I pressed on, desperation giving me strength. “Before I was shot, when I was kidnapped, he had my name tattooed on his lower abdomen, right beneath where he calls me 'little star.' It was our secret, a promise. But look...” I pointed to his stomach, my voice quivering. Matteo's eyes widened as he looked closely. Recognition dawned on him, and without hesitation, he uncovered the body, his hands moving with a mix of urgency and hope, as if he was expecting a miracle.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

"What did you see?" Swallowing hard again, Janus lifts the sheet lower and shows me a small tattoo on Hyden's chest. It's not the spot for when you find your mate. It's not that red tattoo either that turns black when you find your fated partner. It's just in normal black ink. But that's not what catches my attention. What makes me reel back is the tattoo itself. A six-pointed star. "No," I whisper in half denial. "That's a coincidence. That can’t be right."

When we’d gotten back, Justin had gotten a tattoo of a barn owl on his left bicep, and he’d had them weave in the letter S on its wing. Leaning in closer, I slide the sleeve of his t-shirt up so I can see it, making him laugh around his forkful of casserole. Every time I see it, it makes my heart skip a beat. The muscled bicep certainly doesn’t hurt. I trace my finger along the S and feel his body still next to mine.

“What are you talking about?” Instead of answering, she rolls up the sleeve of her shirt. My blood runs cold. A tattoo. The La Rosa crest stares back at me from her forearm. My father’s crest. “What the…” My voice falters as I step closer, inspecting it. But there’s something different about this one. Inside the rose crest, etched within the intricate design, is a single letter. An I. My breath catches in my throat. The La Rosa crest was reserved only for my father’s children. Every one of us had it, each tattooed with a letter corresponding to our names. Mine had a C for Cara. Agata had an A. Roberto, Alejandro, Massimo, Paulo Jr., Loretta…

Elizabeth My fingers worked their way down his shirt till I was done with the last button. Our lips are still playing tangles. He pushed away a little as the material fell to the floor. I drooled at his body. Eren was on the leaner side but he was very muscular. What got my attention was the tattoo of a burning rose on the left part of his chest . It was huge and it spread across his torso in thorn bushes. The person who did this might as well drawn a whole garden on him.

But his eyes are cruel, dark and cold. "He...He has black hair, and a tattoo on his neck,” I say, shaking my head. The pain is slowly starting to diminish, leaving me feeling, gasping for air. I see fear ghost across Kastriv’s face. "Is the tattoo words, or a picture?" "A picture. I don't know what it is though." It appeared to be depicting something very particular, but it’s impossible to decipher. "Keo..." Kastriv murmurs. I frown, sitting up. The pain quickly falls away, leaving me feeling empty and vacant.