Music Note Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

he said. I have to close my eyes so the tears don’t fall. He just said the sweetest thing. I’m used to it from the Devils. But hearing it from my husband’s brother. Another club is super sweet. “ Thanks, Tank.” I whisper. I look over at Viper to see how his tattoo is going. I know he heard me and Tank talking. He is only five feet away. He winks at me. We all talk some more while Tank works. I hear music in the background but don’t pay too much attention until I hear a very familiar voice. I look at Tank and raise my brow. He laughs “ I have the music on a shuffle and never know what is going to play. But yes, there are at least two of their albums in there.” Tank says blushing.

he mouthed. The tattoo on my throat warmed like a small sun. I sang, not loud, not long, just enough to wake the names the house knew. Harper, Jacob, Hazel, Joel and Lily. Home, sun and pancakes. Sable’s page curled a second, then flattened like a cat turning its face from your hand. Behind her smile, hunger prowled. Boots and breath. The old scent that sat like dust in my throat. Joel stepped into the light at my left and didn’t look away from our parents. The moon painted his new tattoo like it had been waiting to meet it.

I risk a glance at the man again, and I almost drop dead when I see the Roman numeral seven tattooed on the back of his neck. It’s the same number. From my visions!

Neal shrugged, "Do you have those too?" Ricky smiled and turned around. He pulled down his t-shirt, exposing the tattoo on his nape. Neal leaned close to take a good look. It was a small tattoo of a wolf head with a few horizontal and perpendicular lines. The black ink actually looked good on Ricky's light slender neck. "Your breath tickles." Ricky commented, and that's when Neal noticed how close he was. He scooted back embarrassed. The blonde guy giggled and let go his top before turning around.

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

He put the boxers back in his closest. He walked back. His all tattoos were visible. The first time his upper half was revealing the one tattoo that was stretched along his neck. The ink on his neck was a snake circling his neck like a permanent choker, the pattern looked like a compressed font of Devil with its scary fangs looking like they are permanently feeding on his blood. He also has many tattoos on his arm making a sleeve like an illusion on his right arm and also covering a little part of his chest.

I looked nothing like my usual self. I couldn't help but blush as I remembered that Casper had seen me this way. My mind drifted to the mark on my neck, and I reached up to touch it. I was surprised to feel that it had already healed. In its place was a tattoo of a full moon, surrounded by a ring of stars. “This is beautiful!” My fingers danced around the mate mark. I adjusted the shirt on my body to give me a full view of my neck, when I saw the series of hickeys on my collarbone, which made me scream.

she looked at Nyx’s sleeve of tattoos. “Yes, and she really doesn’t like my black hair.” “What does it say?” Precious pointed to a tattoo on Nyx’s forearm. “It says best friends forever and says Famke underneath it.” “You have Famke’s name on your arm?” Precious eyes were huge. “She has my name on her butt.” Nyx grinned at her earning a squeal from the child. “I do not,” Famke shoved her playfully. “It’s on my leg.” “You have a tattoo?” Precious was clearly intrigued and flabbergasted Famke would have such a thing, her laughter immediately stopped.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

"When did you get ink on your neck?" "Are you going deaf or dumb, Xan? I said Scarlet has the tattoo. And on her chest, not her neck." Asher looked at his twin as if the other man was entering the beginning stages of senility. Xander rolled his eyes. "I know, and I can see that one as well. It matches, exactly, the one that's decorating your neck." Xander pushed his brother's head down, exposing the length of Asher's neck. I leaned up, curled my upper body over Asher's. "He's right, Asher. It's the same symbol, just done in heavy black."