Music Note Neck Tattoo Novelas e Histórias

"And anyway, there's something extremely sexy about having your initials around my neck. I would even get your name tattooed on my forehead but I'm thinking about how gawdy that would look in our future wedding photos." Nate laughs, a breathy sounds that makes me think he was holding his breath for my answer. He twists his mouth and kisses my palm again. "Maybe I will tattoo your name on me. Like," he lifts his t-shirt sleeve up and looks at his soft, bare, skin there, "maybe your name on my bicep." "Ooh, in a big heart. With an arrow through it," I add while touching the spot on his arm. A sudden giddiness fills me even though it is a silly idea and I would never allow him to blemish his be

I'm about to scream when Nico orders his men to gag me. The pain is excruciating, and I feel the tears burning in my eyes, spilling down the sides of my face. After what feels like an eternity, the tattoo artist finishes his work. I relax in the chair, exhausted, just wanting this nightmare to end. When he's done, a bold, beautiful script tattoo reading "Nico Demonio" is sitting across the top of my breast. Nico comes to inspect it, a satisfied smile on his lips. He bites his lower lip, and then orders the gag and restraints to be removed.

I clenched my jaw, refusing to let so much as a groan escape my lips. “You know,” Nyx muttered lazily inside my head, “I’ve seen better neck tattoos.” I rolled my eyes. “It is way too early.” “I thought it was funny.” He chuckled lightly. Another sharp stab shot through my neck. Nyx’s teasing faded. “That one looked like it hurt.” He shook his head. “You should tell someone.”

– He declared, letting go of my wrist, passing his thumb over his mouth, my eyes fixed on that man with a broad, defined chest, with a pecs designed as if he had been sculpted. On his neck he had a tattoo of a dragon that released a blue-green flame from its mouth.

Muscles bulged all over their bare backs, tattoos twisted and snaked around over their shoulders, necks, and probably further down their chest. One had a high and messy braid that went from his forehead and all the way down his neck. The sides were skinned. Snake-shaped tattoos decorated one of the sides of his head. The other had a little lighter hair, darker brown. The sides of his head were also shaved down to the skin, but his hair was twisted and formed with leather bands all the way to the middle of his back.

Not anymore. My gaze dipped to her inner wrist where the tattoo of a musical note peeked out from under the shirt cuff. She had at least two more I knew about-a few wavy lines of water with a seashell on her nape and a strip of sheet music very low on her back. Jenny liked to compose music. Or write lyrics. She told me once she liked to sing, too, but I'd never heard her voice.

Holding the phone to his face, I said, “What do you have to say?” His brow creased slightly. “Helena,” he called her name in a beastly growl, his gaze fixed back to mine before he pulled his collar down slightly, showing me the viper tattoo on his left neck. “The guy in the pictures doesn’t have this. The fuck did you not notice?” His voice was hard as he tossed the phone back to me. I caught it and stared at the picture. He was right—the man didn’t have the viper tattoo on the left part of his neck.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

Chapter Thirty Four Nina “How can I take this mark off?!” I went to the bathroom to shower and get down with my business before Alpha Aiden’s soldiers will come to take me away to serve my punishment by working on his mother’s garden when I noticed that Alpha Aiden’s hickey is still on my neck and it has magically transformed into some kind of half moon shaped tattoo. I once thought of getting a bunny tattoo just slightly above my belly button but I chickened out when I saw the tattoo gun.This moon shaped tattoo on my neck feels and looks so much different and mysterious from the regular tattoos.