Lettering Soul Tattoo Novels & Stories

My eyes trailed down to his tattoo–sleeve, he had so many tattoos littered on his arm and I couldn’t even make out the meaning of a single one. But I noted one, it was the letter T, boldened. And besides, it was a rose flower and both of the images were in a flaming heart. What did the letter T stand for? I made a mental note to ask him what it meant. “No, you didn’t actually. I was just caught unawares.” I had to force myself to look away from his body and answer honestly. But he seemed to not be believing it; he turned to face me with a playful smile on his face and I didn’t know why. I furrowed my brows at him.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Mom wouldn’t even recognize me, if she existed at all. I hear the lock rattle and look up, fearing that it was Alpha. I wonder what I should do if he pulls something like that again. I wasn’t strong enough to move but if I could manage to startle him with something like a rock, I might be able to overpower him. My jumbled thoughts drained my energy in vain, it wasn’t him. He was a tall, dark haired man with a huge tattoo of the number 7 just at the side of his neck. He left the gate open as he moved on to the girl, opening her gate.

I have my own loved one to worry about. I put my forehead in my hands and close my eyes. “Milo, please, Babe. Please answer me. I can’t take it anymore. Just tell me you’re safe. Tell me you’re alive in one of the ambulances or something.” A sooty hand rests on my knee. My breath catches in my chest when I see it. There’s a tattoo of a wolf covered in a floral bed sheet on top of his wrist. The wolf’s tail is sticking out from under the sheet and there are holes for his nose and steel-gray eyes. He got the tattoo because we were drunk one night and thought the idea of Ghost being terrible at being an actual ghost was hilarious. The next morning, we woke up naked in the meadow. He had the tat

In black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.

She gasped and covered her mouth. Alejandro looked at her. “That tattoo. How did you get it?” she asked. “From a tattoo artist?” “It's a wolf.” “No, a dog. The symbol of The Lucien Brothers,” he stated but Avril did not believe him. She did not want to believe Alejandro was completely ordinary, even though he was.

I irritatingly mutter but he just presses his lips tightly to me. "You're not that talkative before" he mutters "Let me show you my tattoo" he whisper. I stop. So he's serious about getting undress first before I able to see his tattoo? "Eyes down here honey," he sexily utter "Here's my tattoo" I slowly look down and I saw him pointed the upper part of his waist. And there I saw his tattoo, a small crown with a written letter under it- Cosa Il Sovrano. The 'L' in the Cosa Il Sovrano was replaced by a knife. The font style is beautiful and it matches the font size.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

Now Anna and Richard sat down on the same sofa. "William says you haven't had an appetite for a few days, but that doesn't seem to be true, because you eat so much, sir." Richard didn't answer Anna's question and continued to eat his noodles; he even sipped the instant noodle soup straight from his bowl. Anna noticed Richard's tattoos and her eyes focused on the tattoo she had once asked the meaning of, but at that time, Richard didn't want to answer her question and just rubbed her head. "Pure Soul Locked with Sweetness" written on Richard's tattoo is a question for Anna about the meaning of the writing because there is no tattoo on Richard's body in the form of letters and forms sentences,

I said as he took the bowl before wolfing it down. “Woah there tiger,” I giggled as he set the bowl aside, “Where do you want this tattoo?” He asked as I bite my lip, “On my back,” I replied as he raised his eyebrows, “Okay, and what have you decided on getting?” He asked, causing a smile to appear on my lips, “I was thinking of getting a blossom branch with the word rebirth in Chinese on my side,” I explained causing his eyebrows to raise once again.