Male Classy Ring Tattoos Novels & Stories

I heard him sigh and squeeze me against his arm as if I was just a stuff toy for him. "That ring is only for Santorini's wives" he started in low serious voice but pleasant to my ears "If you didn't notice the ring was customized. It has the logo of Santorini clan and my very own signature on the bond ring" he explain "That ring is precious but not as precious like you flower. Please, keep it with you always. It means a lot to me..." he added. I close my eyes and fisted my left hand. I honestly didn't notice anything on the ring. Aside from the 25 carat diamond on it and the beads of diamonds on the bond of the ring, I didn't observe anything especially the logo and signature that he's talki

Felicity was right; they were all here. To Jeremy's right was Jeremiah. She could get a better view of him now. He was quite as handsome as the boss but looked more sinister. There was a permanent devilish grin on his face like he dared whomever to try and do whatever. Like the boss, he has a tiny cross-in-fish tattoo on his forehead. She realized that all the men she had seen since that raid at the club had the same tattoo. But so far, Jeremy and Jeremiah wore a gold ring on their index finger. The ring glittered in the early morning sun's glow.

I push away all the thoughts as the darkness leads me to the inside bar, the shelves lined up with vintage alcohol and wine gleams against my eye I sit on the bar stool, watching with gleam as the darkness mixes my alcohol, he’s wearing a button down shirt with the sleeves up to reveal those sexy tattoos, my heart seems to quicken anytime I see them. “A glass, angel?” He asks, setting the glass on the table. There’s this way that the darkness talks, calm and steady, like he doesn’t give a fuck of what world thinks. I wish I could talk like that. However, when he stretches his fingers, I see something that almost makes me want to drop dead, on his left fingers written in shimmering dark ink i

He asked the jeweler who nodded his head in understanding. “On the inner side, I want you to carve the words “ödülüm”. It means My Reward on the ring for Connan, and “Aşkım” for the other ring”. Josh gave him the paper with exact words and font. “Perfect. Yes I can do it”. The jeweler said confidently. “Great. How many days will it take?” Bolt leaned back in his seat. He was relaxed now. They had actually drawn the rings accordingly. “Give me fifteen days, sirs”. He connected the mobile with his 3D printer and took multiple prints from every angle for a clear design.

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

Every member has a Necklace or bracelet or ring embodied with a claw holding a rose, dripping with blood. It is the cutest thing ever and there's a crown right under the droplets of blood, I didn't encompass the crown but it's a mistake I took as fate when the jewellers made them. All these items can be worn by all but the necklace, and tattoos are according to rankings.

Bitches needed to know, my men were TAKEN. I gasped as I looked down at the rings they had for me. The band had small round diamonds around half and then alternated a flame and a moon engraved on the rest. On the inside? The engraving read: Nox & Judson’s Mate I looked up at them both, now standing in front of me and nodded through my sniffles. The engagement ring was a simple large round stone with little round stones all the way around the back. “Are these… silver? Brenda told me…” I whispered.

Scott put on her usual insincere smile and said, "Go on." "I want to leave Tristan." Tristan, who happened to appear at the door right then, froze. The ring he was holding dropped out of his hand and rolled over to the bed. Staring at me in sheer disbelief, he stammered, "C-Claudia? You want to leave me?" He picked up the ring before kneeling by the bed, saying, "I've gotten the ring back. Please don't be mad at me anymore, okay? I was wrong for what I did. I was blind to believe that bitch! Don't leave me, please?"

We didn't have rings, so we were going to get matching tattoos. "What do we get?" I asked him. "Not something big, I don't think your parents will be proud to find out that you got a massive tattoo with a stranger" he said and I nodded. "Let's get the number 16 with a heart beside it, between our ring finger and middle finger" he said and I nodded immediately. I smelled like cake, Hell I had cake all over my body. I couldn't wait to eat it, so I started in the car. It was a good smell so I didn't mind and I don't think my husband did either.

I carry my face from his chest slowly and carefully, not to wake him up I roll over and lie on my side. I admire his sinful beauty, if I can just touch it once more. That's right I can touch it, after all he's sleeping. I flatten my palm on his chest and feel each rhythmic movement his chest makes when he breathes. I outline his body with my hands, over the six divisions on his belly to the tattoo on his chest. I remember when he got that, I came back tired from the classes I had and he came into my house grinning like he just won a lottery. He made me close my eyes, trust me I still cheated, opening my eyes slightly to try to take peaks of whatever surprise he was bringing up. When I opened