Moana With Tattoos Novels & Stories

Moana's wary eyes mirrored all the fear and uncertainty that I felt—the responsibilities weighing in on us. Gobsmacked, I just drew her into my arms, enclosing her thin frame with my own limbs, touching but not clutching. Our lips smashed together in a sudden, desperate, bursting kiss; all that was above was forgotten. There was only the heat of two bodies touching, the rhythm of their hearts beating together in tenuous harmony. Moana's hand brushed up my chest, her fingertips tracing the outline of my face so softly it belied the harsh reality that was soon to be a part of our lives. "I'm scared, Theophilus," she whispered above the hum of activity, hardly above audibility.

Something Moreau was sure the man had already figured out. She shook her head too vaguely as a first response. Indeed, quite interested in getting a tattoo. It's just that, there's always a limit just to not overstep the rules. "You know my mom wouldn't approve. She'll be furious when she finds out I have a tattoo on my body."

The maids soon wore pitiful countenances as they headed out to work. They all did expect one who couldn't stop herself from gaping at Thane. Her co-workers tried to snap her out of her constant gawking, but she paid less attention to them. He's shirtless with the expertly drawn tattoo of a moon visible to every seeing eyes. Someone might find it strange for a tattoo of the moon to be drawn. But, Thane loves it. Maybe it's because of his immense obsession of the moon at such a tender age. Thane took notice of the unfocused maid. A frown played on his lips as he glared intimidatingly at her.

he mused, "my heart beats fast too." Mona let out a breathy laugh. This man was dangerous. Her gaze dropped to his arms again, where his tattoos stretched up to his neck. She hesitated, then—without thinking—she reached out, fingertips grazing a tattoo that looked like an old, intricate map. Kane inhaled sharply. His entire body went rigid. Mona didn't notice. She was too busy tracing the lines, too busy being mesmerized by how warm his skin was. Until he moved. A sudden shift. A slow, deliberate stand.

He nudged the unconscious man, pushing him to his stomach and just as expected, a black moon tattoo was carved onto the skin of his neck. A Darkmooner “Blow the horn”

Moana yelped and fell back. "Hello, Wade," A familiar voice sounded in his ear. Wade stiffened. He didn't have time to react. What the fuck just happened? His eyes widened and he looked at Moana who was scrambling on the ground, eyes wide in fear. "Vincenzo!" He almost screamed. Wade wanted to move away from him but Vincenzo held him still. His strong hand gripped Wade's throat from behind, choking him painfully. "What's wrong, honey? Wanna watch?" Vincenzo said to Moana. Moana suddenly felt like she had no strength to move. She glanced down and saw a dart sticking out near her shoulder.

Zo nodded and I laughed. My wrist tattoo was a solar system bracelet and in it, I had all of my children's names written on it in order, Khaili, Khuli and Khatu. Zo also forced me to get my nails done and had these oval-shaped, nude coloured nails. I liked how it looked too. "Are you ready to be Mrs Mulaudzi times two?" I raised two fingers looking at Zo and she blushed. "Would do it a million times without a doubt!" She screamed and Felicity clapped her hands in excitement. "And when are you going to officially become a Mrs Mancuso?" She asked me and I shrugged.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

The result was flawless. After I finished, I sat in the corner and watched with interest as Hector took his turn. He had decided to finish the sleeve on his right arm, while Jonathan had chosen to tattoo his shoulder in a tribal Maori design. The two deeply respected Maori culture and were thrilled to get traditional Maori tattoos. Jonathan's tattoo symbolized resilience, while Hector's represented strength and courage. After a few hours, we finished and returned to the pack house. When we pulled up, a few guards stood by the front door. After getting out of the car, one of them stepped towards us before we had the chance to walk up the stairs.