Juuzou Stitches Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Since when do you voluntarily share me on our dates?” Jude just grinned, one sharp canine pressing down into his lip. He leaned lazily against the back of the Jeep, black hair tousled from the wind, scar catching in the light. The sun highlighted the swatches of ink along his arms. I itched to peel his shirt back and see the newest addition to his collection—the dove tattooed right over his heart. My dove. “Coven bonding,” he replied.

It took us so long to get her back, I was dreading losing her, but I wouldn’t keep her in the dark about it. Walk into the room and see Joker with a new tattoo on his forearm; it appears to be a symbol and a pattern of something ancient. Something you would think a warrior would choose for himself for protection. All of his tattoos made no sense to anyone but Joker. I doubt anyone would be brave enough to question him. Glancing over at Queenie, I see her left forearm has black lace starting to connect the empty spaces to complete her sleeve. It looked so real, like you could pick it up off her skin.

Tattoos are usually an expression of oneself. She hesitates for a moment; I can see the turmoil in her eyes but eventually she nods. CJ comes closer to me and turns around. I grab the back of the tank top and lift it over her head while her arms are crossed in her front. The realistic tattoo is a full-colored piece with an intricate golden bird cage in the center with a wolf’s head howling at the moon, an owl with its wings open, and portraits of a bear, fox and mouse intermingled with beautiful wildflowers. I run my fingers over the tattoo. Tingles touch my fingertips sending pleasure through me, but what gets me more are the scars I feel and not just a few but many scars. Now that I think

I have had my own fair share of problems. I twirled the needle around my finger and missed, dropping into a puddle of oil. How it got there I didn't know. I quickly picked it up and cleaned it with my clothes. And something very interesting came to light that instant. On the sides of the of the needle was something engraved on it, like a calligraphy. I peeked even a closer and I was able to make out something. It had initials T. Y and O. W and some other things I couldn't quite make out. My heart skipped a bit. I know of the O. W but the T. Y? Who the hell is that and why was it engraved on this needle?

"what ugly tattoo is that?' "That's a gang-related tattoo." "American flag," said Joshua Tiffany was familiar with the American tattoo; she had seen that tattoo in her area. The guy with the American flag tattoo then said, "Who are you?" Joshua saw the number twenty-eight on his hand. He is the main guy between them. The number is a prison tattoo initiated from the prison; it served as a high ranking. When you serve a few in prison, you choose a ranking of twenty-six, twenty-seven, or twenty-eight. You need to go through an initiation to get that number, as Lucifer had gone through.

Zoe's POV It took me a few minutes until a vine design caught my eye. It expressed my twisted life and my state of mind perfectly. "This one, on the shaved side of my head," I told Judy. She took a look at the table, "This one will take five hours, at least. Possibly more." She looked at me, "Have you ever had a tattoo before?" I shook my head. "I'd recommend a small quote on a wrist to see if you can handle it for the first time, instead of going straight to the scalp. It's a sensitive area." Judy advised.