Persephone Tattoo Drawing Novels & Stories

She pressed herself against the wall, peeking through the gap. Father Zerus stood with his back to her, his cassock already on the floor, his broad shoulders bare. He was reaching for a clean shirt when she saw it—the tattoo that covered his left shoulder blade. It is a serpent, coiled around a dagger, its scales , its eyes burning with an inner fire. The dagger was stained with drops of blood, and beneath it, a single word was etched in elegant script: Sosa. Krystal's blood turned to ice. The club. The night she had been so drunk she could barely stand. The man she had walked into, the man whose hand she had grabbed, dragging him through the crowd. The man she had kissed before he had pushe

With the small paint brush I found within the box, I began to paint the sigil onto a slat of wood that made up the back porch. Sean was the artist of the family, starting young with cartoon animations until he graduated with complex figures. I was too heavy handed, too rough to use something as delicate as charcoal or pastels. Even now the oil smeared and dribbled down the wood, but the pattern was still legible and identical to the one in Cordelia’s book. There were two circles, one within the other. The final touch was adding the moon at the center, only it had to reflect the one hanging in the sky. The finished product reminded me of an eye, though the pupil was formed by the small cresce

Monique said, "Have a seat in the chair. I'm going to secure you to it so you can't move. Since you're being tattooed near your cunt, it will be painful and we don't want you to move. We do the same thing for piercings, to get an ideal piercing. We've used this artist before. She's very good. Give her the design you wish to have done." I handed her the design Lisa had come up with. It showed two slave slave shackles with Lisa's and my initials in it, with chains extending to a handle, with Master's name. Another chain extended from my shackle to another one with Rhonda Meadows initials in it. What made it pretty, to me, was the flower garlands intertwined in the chains, which made it less se

Always naked now. They found her in the hallway, still sleepy-eyed. Reid stepped forward first, temporary tattoo pen in hand—black ink, fine tip. He knelt, pressed her back against the wall, and lifted one of her thighs over his shoulder. The pen moved in elegant, looping script just above her mound: Ours. The letters were small, precise, curling like calligraphy. When he finished he blew softly across the ink to set it, then pressed a kiss to the center of the word.

It was not hard to see why other girls fell effortlessly for him. Xander pulled off the towel exposing his butt from behind. I didn't know if he was deliberately moving in slowly or if it was me who was paying keen attention to everything he was doing. It was very mesmerizing to watch his every move. Xander's back had a tattoo of something hard to describe, whether it was a serpent or a dragon because of the wings. It seems more like how Chinese people describe their dragons. It was drawn purely with black ink giving it a mysterious vibe. The dragon tattoo was up to his neck, it looked like it was crawling on his back. The artist was very good that the tattoo looked like it was realistic and

“She wasn't in her room when we got back. Her dress was on the floor alongside this note.” Without much of a thought, I shove Perseus aside and race over to Anesha's room. The hallway is suspiciously empty save for one server cleaning up the rug right in front of her open door. He stops working abruptly to give me a stiff nod and starts walking in the opposite direction, quickly. Too quickly. There's a red tattoo at the back of his neck. Squinting I see that it's a lotus flower. It feels familiar but my mind doesn't make any connections.

Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum. “What does it mean?” She asks curiously. My breath hitches at the feel of her warm fingers, making my voice sound husky when I respond. “It says, “Who wants to live forever?” She chuckles as she considers my morbid message. Before she can ask me another question, I take a deep breath and place my hand over hers. “Do you have any?” Sage smiles shyly as she sits up on the bed to lift her shirt’s hem, showing me the small tattoo decorating her hip. It’s a heart with rose thorns wrapped around it. My breath hitches at the sight of her firm stomach and concave belly button and the way her skin glows like a shining pearl in the moonlight. Biting back a groan, I run

It was a strange, disorienting experience, to witness such intimacy through another's perception. Then, a flicker of movement. The boy, Perseus, instinctively reached inside his shirt. A stark, black trail of veins, like an intricate, dark map, had been drawn onto his skin, a stark, undeniable marking. Anxiety tightened in his small chest. He looked up at Cassandra, his innocent eyes wide with a question that no child should ever have to ask. “Mama, am I going to die?” His voice, though young, carried an unsettling tremor.

It's a purple strapless double head vibrating dildo. I heard Hecate chuckle a little. "I miss seeing you blush my love." Hecate said, then crawled on top of me. Hecate captured my lips into a searing kiss. Then Hecate pulled herself up, kneeling between my parted thighs. I can see her beautiful slender body, my eyes roamed her body. Then as my eyes roamed her body, I can see a tattoo on her ribcage. A tattoo of my name. My name is spelled in Greek.

" Persephone had been sketching in her notebook and suddenly stopped. She was drawing a firework, an idea that had come to her in a burst of inspiration. She intended to sketch the outline first and then make detailed modifications as her graduation project for her professor. Meanwhile, Rebecca slowly walked up behind her, looking at the sketch with a smirk. "It's beautiful... Is this for Mr. Orton? "Ms. Hamerton, do you know that he doesn't like fireworks at all?" Persephone abruptly turned around, staring at her. The look in Persephone's eyes frightened Rebecca.