Novel & Cerita Like Tattoo On Your Shoulder

It’s not that I’m not happy. If this is how I feel about Mom’s mark going, it just shows how much harder it must have been for Kareena to get rid of her own mate’s mark. She had her tattoo done today, and it’s not small. It runs over her shoulder and right beneath it; she had Shane’s name placed.

Henry looked at me quietly, his voice so low and hoarse it barely sounded human. “Where?” I lifted a finger and shakily pointed a little lower on my back, toward those faintly visible indentations. It was an extremely private and extremely sensitive place. “I… I want to tattoo it on my lower back.” The moment the words left my mouth, I saw Henry’s pitch-black pupils contract sharply, narrowing to needle points. The sudden sense of danger made my skin prickle. … “Whoa… Who’s excited?” “Lower back! So scandalous!”

He responds as he looks at me. I glance towards the end of the bar and nod towards the woman sitting there. Trevor looked at me and nodded then cleared his throat. The young woman at the end didn't move a single muscle. Her long black wavy hair hung over one side of her shoulder covering her face but revealing a small piece of tattoo on her shoulder blade. I glance in the giant mirror on the wall behind the counter. The tops of two very detailed wings covered her shoulders and disappeared under the back of her dress. There was a small tattoo on the back of her neck that I recognized well. It's a symbol we all get when we come of age as wolves. It's like a badge of honor.

After brushing out my damp hair (which reached my butt when wet), I gathered dirty clothes and opened the door— —colliding with a wall of bare muscle. "Whoa, easy there," Jack’s hands landed on my bare shoulders as I stumbled back. I stared in consternation at his bare, sculpted chest. There was a tattoo on his right shoulder—some gothic cemetery angel. Funny, I’d never have pegged the stuffy businessman as an ink guy. A thin T-shaped trail of sandy hair spread across his pecs, trailing down toward his navel. *Damn.* Who knew he hid this under those sport coats?

She said, I smiled and looked at Jerald who just raised his eyebrows. “Kalona… I need to mark her,” Jerald said and I turned to him, there is no way I am getting tattooed by this man. “Well, we can get to it. Where do I put the mark?” Kalona asked and sighed in disbelief. “Shoulder.” I responded, Jerald shook his head. “On her hand. It should be visible and if you are worried about getting employed in the future then don’t.” He was so serious and I wasn’t going to disobey him, especially when we have a whole sex dungeon.

She reminded me of my mom before she had changed. May led us into a large room filled with tables and people chattering. The room quieted when we entered and I suddenly felt self conscious as I noticed hundreds of eyes on us. As I looked around, I realized Zak wasn’t lying when he said a lot of people had the tattoo. Almost everyone my eyes swiped over had black ink on their right shoulder.

She walked over to the mirror and stood there for several minutes, observing her reflection. The three tattoos glowed softly in the dim light of dawn. Owen had told her that she should wear them with pride—that showing those marks was an honor, a divine recognition that few received. And so she chose dark cargo pants and a strapless top. The three tattoos were perfectly visible: on her right shoulder, her left shoulder, and the base of her back.

he smiled, turning around before pulling down the collar of the sweater he was wearing and showing me a pot of paintbrushes tattooed on the side of his left shoulder. " It looks great. We're proud of you," I smiled. " Yes, we are," Sky added with a smile for the boy. I held my breath as I felt Christian's fingers caress the skin of my shoulder up to my ear before moving down once more, in an almost non-existent contact, speeding my heart faster and faster. " Will Cam pin her hair up to show off her tattoo? " I tried to focus on that conversation. " I hope so," Theo commented, drawing attention from everyone else.

As I turned to leave the bathroom, the tattoo on my left shoulder caught my attention. Remembering the day, I got it. I vaguely recall thinking I saw Luka exiting the tattoo parlor. I hadn’t been able to chase after him to find out for sure, since the guy with the tattoo gun was still working on my tattoo. All day after that, I kept thinking about Luka.

The music around me stopped, and I could hear everyone whispering. "D-Dominik, it h-hurts," I groaned. I could barely speak, and my vision was getting hazy. "Where?! Tell me where it hurts?!" Dominik was getting rather frantic and it hurt to see him worry about me like this. I moved my hand away from my shoulder and took a quick glance at it. On my shoulder was a black tattoo. The tattoo was the image of a man, with large horns that seemed to curl at the based.