Men's Bible Verse Leg Tattoos Novels & Stories

"You loved the wrong woman. She is married, that law is in the bible. Sixth commandment, adultery." Blake looked at Dark. "Don't question Boss G. It is in the Bible, because he said to live your life to the fullest, but that does not mean that you will do whatever you want that is not pleasing to His will."

he said, "are not just about sexual desires... The lust for power and to be worshiped is the greatest downfall of our species." Putting on his glasses, he reached for my cell phone. The screen had timed out and he looked at it queerly, showing me the black screen. Smiling, I pulled up the picture. He looked at it again with the same grimace and sad eyes he had when he first saw it. "The tattoo is written in the ancient Hebrew language, no vowels. The vowels points were not developed until the second half of the first millennium," he put his glasses back on the table and sat back in the chair. "What's her name?"

I smiled, “Thank you. Now I need to do the engraving. Wish me luck.” I engraved Bible passage, Jeremiah 17:14, “Heal me Lord and I will be healed, save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise.” I took it off the engraver and showed it to Theodore. He smiled as a tear ran down his cheek, “Sis, he will love this. Any wounded soldier would. There is a saying that goes, ‘There are no atheists on the battlefield’. I have found that to be true.”

Chapter 20 Father was as flamboyant as he can be. And by I mean flamboyant I mean displaying his body with only a pair of leather pants on. Leviathan is in his fucking lap and Belphegor seems like he’s okay with anything that’s happening as he continued conversing with father and Lev.

Smirk widened. “What?” I loosened my grip slightly. My eyes trailed down his body. Fuck. His chest. Right over his heart. My name in bold script: “Levi.” A small crown sat above it—like the one on my neck. From his ear down the side of his neck: “Lë:vi” in elegant Italian script. Then across his lower abdomen, where the V dipped toward his groin: “Levi King” in thorned lettering that wrapped around his hip like it was claiming him too.

she muttered. He raised it up to his chest, revealing a tat that looked like Asian writing. “Nice ink,” she breathed out as she sat up a bit more to get the best view of him. “What does it mean?” He shrugged. “Maybe someday I will tell you, bossy girl.” He then lifted the shirt higher. She caught writing on his arms. “Wait…. Keep your arms up. Greer rolled his eyes, but he did it. Under one arm was the inked words Strength & Honor. She gazed at the other. Enlightenment. What an odd thing for a man to have as a tattoo. “Damn…” Her panties just got wet as her breathing picked up.

Can he take a hint? “Neither am I.” What the hell is that supposed to mean? He seems to freely give out a massive amount of attention to anyone with two arms, two legs and a head. When I don’t say some desperate reply that one of the girls that circle him would say, he starts questioning me. “With pain comes strength.” Is he stealing a page from his friend's playbook by quoting my tattoo that runs down my inner forearm? “Is that a mantra of yours?”

Before bed, he strips down to his boxers and slips beneath my sheets without hesitation. Not because we’re lovers. Not because we’re teammates. Because we’re both. And because sleep doesn’t come easy when your heart’s still on high alert. I lay against his chest, fingers drawing circles over one of his tattoos. The one that says: not made for mercy. “I still don’t know what this one means,” I whisper. He shifts. “It’s for the people who thought I wouldn’t survive.” “And now?” “Now I keep it as a reminder.” “That they were wrong?”

Lighting flashed— and that’s when I saw them. Tattoos. Black ink snaking up his arms. Crosses, wings, words I couldn’t read fast enough. Bible verses, twisted and fierce. He looked like sin under heaven’s rain. “Battery’s dead,” he called over the thunder. “You leave your lights on?” “Maybe.” I muttered. My cheeks were burning. He grinned. “Happens to the best of us.” And then, just because I clearly make decision that are very terrible for my life. I opened the door and I came out.

​Chapter 31 ​VAREEN ​I couldn't stop myself. I walked over to Jaydee, and although I saw the surprise on both of their faces, I ignored it. ​"Jaydee!" I called out to him just before he could step onto the stairs. ​"Yesss??" he asked with a smile. ​"T-the tattoo on your right leg..." ​"What about his tattoo?" I heard Jayce ask. ​"It means... Dark Nefarious, right?" I asked.