Persephone Tattoo Drawing Novels & Stories

He undid the zipper of my dress and before I knew it, I was left in just my underwear and my heels. Not wanting to be the only one undressed, I pulled off his shirt and threw it somewhere I couldn't be bothered about, then moved back to admire his chest. Tattoos of different kinds were etched on his skin, each one a different story than the last. There was one particular one that caught my eye at the left side of his chest. It was " Carpe Diem." Written in cursive with small roses woven around the words. It was so beautiful that I knew it wasn't just a tattoo.

Jean murmured, finishing up the piece for me. Ciaran was covered in ink. So was Dargan. Ranging from geometric art to roses and the like. The pain couldn't be that unbearable if they had sat through so many hours. Or had they drank themselves into a stupor as well whilst doing it? Adelia turned to one wall, eyeing a semicolon tattoo. The bottom of it was a butterfly with its wings slightly open. The top was its head, antennae sticking from it. She looked at it this way and that until I stepped closer. Her eyes averted and I knew what she felt. Shame.

It’s what I keep telling Cole but he wouldn’t listen. In your face, Cole. Arriving at the pack house of my original pack, I lay on my back, my knees wide apart on the bed. I tried recalling the symbols drawn into her tattoo, every line and curve forged in my head. Sitting up, I grabbed a piece of paper and start drawing out her tattoo. Five minutes later, I was done. I raise it in my head, staring at it before I thought of something. Carlos. Maybe he can figure out what this means?

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.

Time stood still as the door opened slowly, causing perspiration to form on Hannah's forehead. She felt a heavy weight being lifted off her shoulders when her gaze landed on a confused-looking Serenity, dressed in spandex and male boxers. Whilst her left hand rested on the door, her right hand held a cigarette that has been burning for minutes. "Hey," Hannah spurred out, throwing an awkward wave. She tried to maintain contact with Serenity's confused and surprised stare, but she couldn't. Not when the blonde's tight thighs, calf muscles, well-built shoulders and arms sucked her attention. And it certainly didn't help that her toned curves were covered in tattoos the design of feminine facial

" Impossible! My informant told me that the Harbor group also facing the same problem. Even They said They have the same tattoo on their wrist. " Alissa defended. She has been spying on her father's business. She knows what her father is capable too. At least he won't dare to create a war between them directly... " What kind of tattoo? Alissa!" Mr Williamson asks, He knows about Alissa and Jacob's plan from the very beginning. " It's a tattoo of a serpent. Dad's tattoo analyst wanted to know who Drew it but shockingly, The tattoo is unique and is made of some foreign characters. We don't know what it is. "

he comforted her, losing his tight grip on her, so he could see her tattoo. The tattoo from the moon goddess, a sign that she has been accepted into the park, meaning she’s clean and worthy? Also, a sign that she’s his forever. The grey wolf stood with his neck up, like he was howling into the sky, regulus smiled proudly as he looked at the familiar picture of his wolf on her shoulder, the wolf drawing was the same as he is in reality. It drew from her shoulder down to her left breast cleavage and stopped very close to the tip of her left nipple. Satisfied with what he saw, he closed the shower and carried her out of the shower.