Middle Neck Tattoos Novels & Stories

made her feel so uncomfortable, Immediately she stood in front of the mirror. Elina shoved her hair off her shoulders to reveal her porcelain white neck. She tilted a little, so she could see, and yes. She spotted so many red marks and they ached. Just as she was about to leave, Elina spotted the spot which was burning. “What's this?” She walked closer to the mirror and reached her ha for her neck. “When did I get a tattoo?” Elina was shocked to find a crescent half-moon on her neck side, it was a little red and slowly turning dark brown. It was burning as if there were fire trapped in her skin. “Ouch,” she muttered when she ran her hand over it, it was a clear half-moon. “Alina, are you in

The light traveled over the line of his shoulders and the slope of his spine I noticed a tattoo on his back close to his shoulders I hadn’t picked up before: a spider inked over what looked like the faded outline of a skull. Faint shadows of the old design showed beneath the new one. I considered asking, but some things felt private, like bookmarks in someone else’s book. I let it be.

She has a blonde buzzcut and at the nape of her neck was a tattoo that looked like a hybrid between a dragon and a wolf. "Like the tat?", she asked. She caught me staring; how embarrassing. I nod shyly as I wonder if she has a 3rd eye at the back of her head. "She should have one by now", the middle-aged man tells the rest." But-", he shifts his focus to me."This isn't just any ordinary tattoo".The look on my face must've been funny because he chuckles. He stands and moves closer to me."Where are my manners?".He brings out a hand."Call me Mike".I shake his large hand. They're rough and have about 2 or 3 hard calluses, They remind me of tree bark.

V GOD! His chest is a-fucking-mazing! I won't be mad if he never wears another shirt. GASPS! O.M.G! Did he really..? "You got my name tattooed on you?!" I excitedly shriek. He has 'MY KEYA' tattooed on his abs in Old English font. Curved kinda like how Tupac has 'Thug Life' tattooed on his abs! Wow he must be really crazy about me! I am starting to fall for this guy, hard!

“Well then I’m going to get a big ass neck tattoo!” He immediately started choking on his bite of lobster and had to spit it into his napkin. “What?!” “Yeah. I was thinking of getting an owl right here,” I told him, touching the base of my neck. “The eyes would be right here, and the wings would go over my breasts. It would have a shackle around its leg with the ball being my belly button. What do you think? Pretty awesome, right?” He downed another glass of wine. “Y-yeah. Pretty awesome.”

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

What we’ll do, I don’t know. I kneel upright, eyes glossing over the neat and intentional tattoos on his back. I take in his muscles and toned back. I have a feeling nothing’s going to feel soft. But back to the tattoos. There’s something written in a foreign language right in the middle of his back—the spinous whatever. Above it is a maze. A figure walks in the path, but there seems to be no way out of the maze. On the side of his ribs: ‘The way to the heart is a path full of thorns’

I added ironically. Kendall didn't say anything, she just stared at my neck. I followed his gaze, lowering it to my four-leaf clover. He was a replica of the tattoos he had at the base of my spine, a physical mark to remember the one that was fixed on my body. Kendall hated necklaces, said he had allergies, although I had never witnessed any.

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.

"What the fu-" "The tattoos." I push the mass of doctors away from her and turn my gaze to her ribcage. There are several small tattoos, but each one is easily distinguishable from the others. The first in the line is a wolf's head with a number eight between the eyes. Next is an arrow, a dagger, two crossed arrows, a gun, and a target symbol.