Loser Lover Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

"I have a favor to ask." "What is it?" Lorenzo's voice sounded tired. "Your tattoo… the one on your arm…" My heart skipped a beat. Lorenzo had an iris tattooed on his forearm. My favorite flower. A symbol of our love. "The iris?" Lorenzo asked. “Yes,” Cassandra’s voice was a venomous sugar. “Every time I see it, it’s a reminder… of her. Can’t you just… cover it up? For me?” A long silence. I held my breath, waiting.

Aisha POV: Roma was tensed her, she had horrified expression on her face when…. I went closer to her and roughly pulled her left hand up to show her mother and Ravan the same tattoo that was there in Video however before I could utter any further word the very next thing I saw was Roma lying on floor while blood oozing out from corner of her lip while Ravan was standing tall in front of her small frame with nothing but murderous look in his eyes “Why…?” I heard his dangerous voice “WHY THE FUCK YOU DO THIS ROMA…. SHE WAS YOU SISITER… YOU REAL SISTER… AND YO… YOU…. YOU WAS WATCHING GET GANG RAPED AND MURDERED BY THOSE MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD… WHY THE FUCK YOU DO THAT?” he growled monstrously o

he said. And I wanted to say that he was more than I deserved. All that bronze skin with rigid muscles and taut velvety skin that was tattooed with my name. Suddenly I understood the meaning of those rose vines that were tattooed over the wolf on his chest. The wolf was Apollo and the vines represented his past. He got my name tattooed over the vines because I set him free from his past. Emotion choked my throat and my eyes became misty. But then he stepped closer and together we lay on the grass. His face looked breathtaking in the moonlight. He crawled over my body and I cherished the weight and heat that oozed off him. I loved the rock-hard erection that rested against my belly and sex. I

I got the tattoo with him on our third anniversary. It had his initials and birthday. After we got the tattoo, Orion held my hands with bright eyes. “Summer, no matter what you look like in the future, I’ll be able to recognize you by this tattoo. You won’t be able to run away from me.” I laughed. “What if I remove the tattoo and become disfigured? Would you be able to recognize me, then?” “Of course. Even if I don’t recognize you on the spot, I eventually will. It’s called ‘lovers’ telepathy.’”

He pushed it back a little, at the level of her lower belly, and he continued to trail kisses with gluttony. His tongue ran along her skin, licking this little body that will soon be his. Reaching the tattoo he had engraved on Hayley's body, he stopped and observed it. "Untamed Love. Like ours. Our love is a mixture of sweetness and wild feelings. Even if we try to move away, we will not succeed because our hearts are linked by this untamed love. " Hayley has suddenly just figured out what the tattoo that Dylan had engraved meant. Everything made sense to her now!

“You’ll be okay soon. Try to relax. It’s okay.” In a daze, I trace my fingertips over the tattoos on his chest, studying them with hazy curiosity. My breathing slows, and my heart rate calming. The sound of the hotel room’s ventilation is a distant hum in my ear, a white noise that helps my mind settle. I tap Thor’s chest tattoo, the one in the shape of a dove over his heart. “What’s this one supposed to mean?” I ask, barely above a whisper. “To honor my mother,” he says. I’m surprised by his honesty.

At that moment I was giving in to my heartless lover and I loved him with my body and soul. He slowly entered me, stretching me beautifully. God, I have missed him. His thrusts were really slow but they were hitting the right place that were making me moan loudly but he covered my mouth with his hands and it made me wonder. I mean we were the only ones in the house so who cares what we do inside. I could scream to shutter glasses and it wouldn’t bother anyone expect for the guards outside but that was okay, they were professionals. They would understand. ‘We should practice. I don’t want to wake up our son and have him running towards our room to find out what is making you sound like that.

I rubbed my finger over that one, and I smiled. As I continued tracing his tattoos, I heard a low, gravelly, voice, “Do you like that one?” I looked down and realized I was still rubbing my finger over the bear and the wolf, “I do love it.” He kissed the top of my head, “It represents the two of us.” I smiled, “So you really wanted us to be mates?” He nodded, “Definitely. I don’t know what I would’ve done if we hadn’t been mates. You’ve always been beautiful and I always loved how funny and easy going you are.” I smiled, “You are so sweet, but I really need to use the bathroom.” He let me go and I ran to the bathroom.

My mouth began going down from kissing his neck to that strong broad chest, my eyes were closed but then I looked up to catch his expression after he held back a groan in his throat, but my eyes landed on his chest who welcome me with a new tattoo, I brushed my fingers on the ink, This tattoo was a combination of words which I knew was Spanish, those words were completing a circle and huge deadly snake was printed between them, starting from Amor (Love), Escapar (Escape), Desamor (Heartbreak), Venganza (Revenge), Misión (Mission), I could few words of it. “What is this, Armando,” I examined the details of that horrific tattoo, my eyes couldn’t move from it, It was obvious from some words tha

“Please?” Instead of answering, he slid an arm around my waist and tugged me closer. My breath caught, but it didn’t feel wrong—it felt terrifyingly right. “I’m not telling you,” he whispered against my hair. “So quit trying.” My eyes drifted to a small tattoo on his arm I hadn’t noticed before. “What does that say?” His smirk spread slowly. “The meaning is simple.” “What meaning?” “I love Selena.” I blinked—and laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”