Lettering Soul Tattoo Novels & Stories

Cara said "What?" I asked "Self Love." Cara said "We should have Self Love inscribed on our scars, despite our scars we love ourselves" "Awn, that's so cute" Violet giggled "Will it be designed?" I asked ignoring Violet "That depends on the tattoo artist" Danielle said "But Self Love should be the major attraction, not the design" We were silent for a while till I said "You didn't answer my question, Danielle" "What question?" "How are you?" "I'm fine. It's nothing I can't endure. I'm Danielle Jovanni!" She said firmly

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

His bare chest gleams in the moonlight. For the first time, I'm able to get a good look at the tattoo on his bicep. I reach out and touch it. It's done entirely in black ink, and when I tilt my head, I can just make out the swirling letters. "Mona Catherine," I read. "My mom." He gives a sad smile. "I know it's cheesy. At least I managed to talk myself out of putting her name in a heart." "I think it's beautiful." I trace the ink with my finger. "Is this the only one you have?"

Sofia could only imagine the pain he must have endured to get such a significant tattoo in that location. Overwhelmed by emotions, she looked up at Leonardo's face. He was watching her intently, biting his lip, and holding his breath, anxiously awaiting her reaction. With her heart pounding, she returned her gaze to the tattoo, tracing her finger gently over the beautifully curved letters of her name. The first 'S' was artfully curved at the bottom, forming a heart, while the last 'A' extended into the shape of a heartbeat. The design was exquisite, and Sofia couldn't help but feel deeply touched by this display of affection.

" The location and the emblem. I didn't realize it earlier because we were in such a hurry but while I was working, I did some research about who owned the warehouse and I found out it was closed down after the FBI found out human trafficking was taking place there years back. Also on one of the guys we shot down, I found this." He took out a sachet from his pocket and brought out a knife from it. He handed it to me and I inspected it not finding anything out of the ordinary. " I don't see whatever you're expecting me to see Mike." I returned it to him but he shook his head. " Look closer at the emblem inscribed on it." I begrudgingly looked closer at the pen for the last time and saw it.

“WELL, WELL, WELL—I'M GOING TO BE CHOOSING THE BEST COUPLE FOR TONIGHT’S SHOW TO COME GIVE US SOME SMOOOOTH MOVES.” This. This is what life outside Michael’s world feels like. I feel like I’ve been in chains for years. Even though I’m not completely free yet, nothing compares to this sense of liberation. “I SEE THEM! EVERYONE, MAKE WAY FOR THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DAMSEL IN L.A, THE LADY IN THE SHINY RED DRESS AND HER MAN IN A BLACK SUIT!!!” I turned around in search of the couple, but immediately froze the moment the light dropped on us.

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

It looked perfect on her and thankfully it seemed to be the right choice. Angel’s eyes zeroed in on my newest tattoo that Uncle Dante designed. My brother had the same one. It was a bold choice, but we wanted her to know that she was going to be our choice whether or not there was a fated bond. It was a galaxy scene that morphed into an image of Angel’s beautiful face. ‘Angel – My Queen’ was written in calligraphy. “We had these done last week and are definitely our favorite tattoos,” I said, winking at her.

His eyes glistened happily as I showed him the fresh ink on my wrist. "That's so pretty, love." "I know!" I grinned, totally satisfied with the tattoo. "Though, it kinda hurts a little so good luck with yours. Have you chosen a design yet?" "I did but I'm not sure you're gonna like it." "What is it?" "Well," he scratched the back of his head. "Since our names begin with the same letter, I was thinking why don't we just get a cursive font of a tiny letter J at the back of our ears?"

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'."