Novel & Cerita Loyalty Ride Or Die Tattoos

I tried retyping it into Blue Mockingbird tattoo and again it showed a few searches which said independence and loyalty. I groan and stared back at the other tattoo on my right ankle which says Drive N.C and it didn’t really gave me any idea in the back of my head about what in the world these tattoos could mean. I gave up thinking that these tattoos could mean something important since I don’t remember getting them in the first place. Maybe I was drunk when I got them that is why I don’t remember anything. I spent most of the night watching videos until the sketch of the woman distracted me. I grabbed it from the drawer and stared at it intently wondering how on earth I will be able to find

AJ was one of my first partners in crime, back when we were teens. "Uptown. Glad to be back, no lie," I roll my sleeves up to my elbow and unbutton my shirt to mid chest, making sure that all of my ink is on display. In this world, these tattoos are an important part of our identity. Each tat has a meaning. The vines are for my crew, each thorn a successful mission. One little rosebud for Livy, when I took her into my home. A large cross across my chest for my parents, a bleeding heart for my sister Jane.

LILLIAN’S POV The mountain road was narrow and dangerous, but Andre drove with a calm confidence that soothed my disturbed nerves. “Tell me about the tattoo,” he said calmly after we had a gone a mile in silence. I traced the design through my jeans. “My father said it was a family tradition. That the moons would protect me.” “And the vines?” I hesitated. “He said they represented bonds that couldn’t be broken.” Andre’s fist stiffened on the steering wheel. “Do you believe that?”

I brought out the gang image logo, and each of their blood dropped on it. I set the image on fire in my hand and told them to say their oath. “If I betray the family, may my soul burn like this logo,” they echoed. They also swore their loyalty to me. The gang’s tattoo artist came forward and inscribed the “L” logo on their bodies, each individual choosing where they wanted it done. I shook hands with them. “Welcome to the family.” Mateo also shook their hands and welcomed them.

There was only Massimo's face and the tattoo that shouldn't exist on anyone else but my family. "You—" I swallowed hard. "How?" "Every important player in has it." He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Every co-founder. Every inner circle member. It's a mark of loyalty. Of blood." "D–Does it have something to do with the Obsidian?" I tasted the word. It was foreign on my tongue, but something cold settled in my stomach anyway.

Koe explained and Tiffany nodded, not saying another word. The silence took over as we ate out meals. Ruby and Raphal were busy talking to each other. Tiffany can’t stop flirting with Nathan. While Nix was busy serving me more foods, trying to reduce the greasy ones and replace them with vegetables and fruits. I glanced at the painted wolves and examined their tattoos. “What do your tattoos signify?” I couldn’t keep my curiosity in a jar anymore so I had to ask about the meanings of their tattoos. “A lot of meanings. Just think of it as the Sun’s blessings to us every day.” Lea said. “We can’t talk more about it. Only if our Alpha allows us.”

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

They’ll test me, over and over again, until they’re convinced I truly love her. And I’ll take it. Every blow, every punishment, every bit of pain they throw my way—I’ll endure it all if it means proving that I love her. There’s no other choice. I’d rather die than walk away from her. Nothing could ever change that. My gaze drifts down to the tattoo on my chest. It’s perfect, a symbol of my commitment, but it’s not enough. I want her name on me, bold and unmistakable, so the world knows there’s only one woman I want—only one I will ever want.

The tattoo, an indelible mark on his skin, became a symbol of our enduring connection, a visual anchor that soothed his mind in the midst of challenges. The evening breeze carried with it the echoes of our shared history, and in Logan's gaze, I found a reflection of a love that had weathered the tests of time and distance. The tattoo on his arm became not just an image but a testament to the resilience of our connection, a love story etched in ink and whispered confessions beneath the vast expanse of the night sky.

’ I doubted, my hand trembled as it found itself touching it. “Do you like my tattoo?” Damon muttered, with his eyes closed. Was he awake all along? “Y…yes... It looks nice.” “I’ve had it since I was dating Sharon. We got it together.” He let out, now opening his eyes. “This design. It looks familiar. Like I've…” I was saying, but he cut me off. “The design represents our Club's aim.” “Club?” “Yes. Sharon and I used to belong to a Lovers’ Club. This tattoo is known as ‘King and Queen Crowns’. Every member of the club shares the same tattoo as a symbol of love and devotion for their partners.”