Music Note Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

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”

Irene helped me lower myself on a log. The man watched us, expression unreadable. “Make it quick,” he said. “We shouldn’t stay out here for long.” Irene crouched beside me. I leaned closer to her, whispering as low as I could. “The tattoo.” She frowned slightly. “What?” “On his neck,” I murmured. “Alejandro’s men have the same one.” Her eyes darted subtly toward him. “You’re sure?” she whispered. “I’ve seen it twice. Same mark, same spot.”

I approached their weak-ass leader and pulled him by the collar. "Remember my face and this tattoo you dummy, cause this day forward I will be your master. You and your useless gangmates will be my slave. You understand?" I said, looking hard at him. I grabbed his jaw and took a dagger that I always hid inside my boots. I carved a letter 'V' on his face. It stands for Violet. I tap the wound I made. "Aarrgghh!" He cried out in pain. Oh, my, my. Music to my ears.

I entered your room, with the light still off, only the moonlight reflected on the walls of your room. I sat on her bed, feeling it cold. The warmth of his body left my apartment little by little. I sighed. Tattooing on the bed, I picked up the bright object, and immediately recognized it as being his diamond necklace. I pressed the accessory against my fingers, feeling the cold and the empty filled over it. A note was attached to the necklace, an excerpt of music transcribed: "I just wanted you to know, how dear, you are the best."

Rowan glanced at her and noticed her gaze fixed on the small, thin tattoo on her ankle. Nora wore a pair of knee-length wide-leg shorts and low-cut white sneakers, revealing the slender tattoo on her ankle. From a distance, it was difficult to discern what it represented, but upon closer inspection, it was a delicate "f". It was mainly to represent the word ‘forget’. Rowan had suggested she get the tattoo. Perhaps artists and designers tended to have a more unconventional and distinctive taste. Otherwise, given her personality, she would never have considered getting a tattoo.

So I let my eyes drop, gazed at the curve of his neck, where the edge of another tattoo peeked out from beneath his collarbone. It was small compared to the phoenix on his back... just a black ink, looking simple yet beautiful. Again... my hand moved on its own, my fingertips traced the dark lines that were on his pale skin. He shuddered quietly under my touch, a quiet sound escaping his throat... which was part breath, part reaction. “Is this… a compass?” I whispered, my voice came out soft, as if the wrong tone could make him vanish. “Yeah,” he said finally, smiling slightly, strangely calm. “ This one was on my 17th birthday. Thought maybe if I inked a compass into my skin, it’d point me

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.

“The material for this tattoo is a new product that I just developed. No matter what chemical cleaner you use, it won’t come off. It’ll take at least three years before the color fades a little. Mr. Wynters also personally designed the shape of the letter. Once the swelling goes down, it will definitely make your collarbone sexier and more attractive.” Dush! Duke lifted his leg and gave the doctor a kick. After that, he stepped on the doctor’s wrist. “Do you think you can stay out of this?” The doctor glared at him in horror and fear. “I’m working for Mr. Wynters. If you harm me, he won’t spare you!” “Ha!” Duke’s eyes were filled with disdain. Did Earley tattoo an “N” on Adina’s collarbone b

I confirmed with my wristwatch that it was still morning, and it’s only a minute away from afternoon, so I guess I can let that slide. “You look so tired.” Nurse Mary added. “Haven’t you been getting enough sleep?” My hands flew to my face as I touched it, yes, she was right, I haven’t been getting enough sleep. “I try sometimes.” I reached for the sticky notes in my pocket. “Forget about me there is a situation, we are on the look for a tall man with tattoo on each side of his neck; the right side has a dragon, the left side has Chinese letters.” “Oh, what does it say?” Nurse Bethany inquired raising a finger. “I can read Chinese characters.”

Hair for face guy was tall and very skinny, made me think of the bass he was playing. The lead guitarist had black flames tattooed on his neck and shaggy blonde hair with dark roots. His face was long and angular. His dark gray eyes scanned the crowd. The music started and everyone started jumping and dancing. We all stayed to the side, so we wouldn't get thrown into mosh pits.