Music Note Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

I asked. "She’s in a state, Leo." Nikki said, her own eyes shadowing when they fell to the mark on my neck. Even with the tattoos on my neck, her mark wasn’t hidden away… I won’t deny that I examined it closely. It was a heart of fire in two shades, half was silvers and blues whilst the other was navy and blacks. It may look like a heart created from flames, but if you look closer, you could see that it was in fact, two wolf heads nuzzling together with fur made of fire.

Alexis sighed in relief. Alexis looked at Zylo then creased her forehead when she something on Zylo's neck. She stared at it seriously. "W-wait! What the fuck are you doing?!" Zylo exclaimed. "When did you put this tatoo in your neck?" Alexis asked. Zylo creased his forehead then held his neck. Alexis grabbed her mirror from her bag then showed the tattoo. Zylo's eyes widen when he saw the tattoo from his neck. It looks like a black circle with a small white circle in the middle.

He links as he pouts at me I can tell a smile is trying to replace his pout. I laugh as the group looks between us, Ajax just smirks at me and looks away. I love my marks, but I will have to cover them when I go to my granparents they look like I have a little tattoo at the base of my neck on each side one a star and one a moon both with a wolf howling at it, they're each around two inches In size amd very detailed so they're definitely noticeable. They're perfect.

The love of my life. Silvy The day after Goof proposed and claimed me he took me to Tank's tattoo shop to get my mark. Was I nervous? Hell yes. I was nervous about the entire process. Tank, bless the gentle giant, let me bring Ant in with us. Ant was a hit at the shop. I was a little worried the receptionist might not give him back. It took Tank forty five minutes to finish the work on my shoulder. According to Goof that is the least sexy part of my body. Did it burn? Sure. But not as bad as I thought it would be. I wanted to see what it looked like. Tank stood me in front of his mirror. It was amazing. It looked my the Renegades emblem with a motorcycle driving through the middle of it. A

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

“Yeah.” He walked over to some lockers by the wall and dug inside it as I glanced around at the various equipment and pretended not to care he was using me strictly for sex. He sauntered over to me, still shirtless, and his pants hung low on his waist. I stared at the various tattoos scattered across his body. There were animals and shapes, numbers and names on his arm. A large guitar was on his left forearm. A large rose was on his abdomen, along with a couple birds appearing to fly away from it. He had a heart, along with several musical notes on his chest. A part of me longed to find out what each one meant, and the story behind it.

Slowly the pain ebbed away and my neck felt numb with the occasional stinging. “Hazel? There is something on your neck?” Lorena stopped dabbing the wound and I felt my neck. The burn was gone but I couldn’t feel anything. Everyone was staring at me now and Cassie handed me a mirror from he purse. On my neck, was a freshly done tattoo, of a blood red eye next to a black crescent moon, intricately designed, with every detail standing out. I rubbed at it but it didn’t come off. Maybe the ritual did work.

People were drinking alcohol while sitting outside—the music from the place listening to Tupac music in the middle of the street. They were being new to the area. Neighbors were curious to know who these new people were and who had moved in. The guy had short hair, dark skin, and a scar and on the neck was a number written on his neck twenty-six and a dollar sign next to it. The other guy, about 5.4ft with dreads, wore Adidas greyish tracksuit pants with a white vest. He had a snake around the dragon tattoo; below that tattoo was another tattoo saying barely visible. "what ugly tattoo is that?'

He tilted his head eyeing me curiously like a cat cornering a mouse. I could only imagine that my now ruined Akasha costume was a wreck and god did I smell like death. My black skirt splattered on the end with shit, a medium-size splatter pattern across my stomach waist, and chest and I didn’t even want to imagine what my hair and crown looked like. I did a quick check to make sure my metal bustier had been still securely strapped in place, only to get a smear of feces on my hand. I sighed heavily in defeat I honestly haven’t the slightest idea as to how I haven’t puked yet. “So…I like your costume,” I say continuing to make small talk which at this point has made things increasingly more aw