Phoenix Sternum Tattoo Novels & Stories

He stares at my arm, at where the sleeve of the jumper I’m wearing is rolled up enough and his eyes focus right in on where the tattoo is. I paid a small fortune for that tattoo. It’s a phoenix. It felt almost poetic at the time although I’d admit now it’s a bit cheesy. Its wings are inked into flames. It stretches over my forearm, not too big, but it covers what he’d done. How he’d marked me.

“Dr. Felix Lewis.” “Felix!” I said, the name tearing out of me. “I know that name.” My mouth opened stupidly, then shut again as if the sound of it had stripped me bare. “Does your husband happen to have a small tattoo of an angel at the nape of his neck? White hair? Big rim glasses?” Stella’s hand flew to her throat. She nodded, almost frantic. “Yes! Yes! That’s him. He got the tattoo when Noarah was born—oh my God—”

I want more. I sit up, taking my shirt off, leaving me in only my panties. Scott wet his bottom lip as he stared at my breast, before his eyes connect with the tattoo on my stomach. He stops. "You weren't kidding huh?" He asked, lowering his head to stare at the black paint on my pale skin. "Nope" "My Phoenix" he reads it out, a smile on his face. "You got this for me" He says and I nod. "You didn't have to babe"

I didn't know why but my cheeks heat heat up. "Are you sure? " I asked he nodded letting out another groan of pain. I stood up and asked him to lie down on his bed which he did, I climbed on the bed trying to lay on his bed without forcing my weight on him, my hand slowly reach to the stitch, I gently placed my palm on it and got a bit distracted by the tattoo on the left side of his abdomen inked with the image of a phoenix, I looked away from his tattoo slowly bracing my right palm on the scar. "Does it hurt? " I ask not sparing him a glance. "No..." he replied in a husky tone, I went at a steady pace faster than usual. "Let me know if it hurts.." I said going a bit faster until I heard a

Zoe's heart skipped a beat as Liam's eyes fell on her. She flinched in fear, her hand still covering her mouth. She swallowed hard and began to move back slowly as Liam approached with a white towel hanging around his neck. She watched in awe as this handsome creature, both gentle and dangerous, approached her. Her gaze carefully detailed everything about him, and suddenly, her eyes fell on the phoenix tattooed on his upper left breast region. He was the typical bad boy she had seen in movies.

She didn’t want to get away from him, she just wanted the chance to explore his body while he slept and maybe touch him in a way that she knew she never could while he was awake. Propping herself up on her elbow and resting her head on her hand, she let her gaze roam over his skin. The tattoo of the phoenix was amazing, the bird on his chest a riot of oranges and reds and darkening through the wings until the tips were black like ash. She got the symbolism, the phoenix who rose from the ashes of its own life to be more beautiful than before. Although she didn’t know what had happened in his past, the scars he carried on his body told the story for him. Someone had abused Mason and she could

The tattoo of the phoenix is there on his skin, and there's that long gash that has healed in a jagged manner. "Check closely," Rhydar tells me, and I suck in a breath through my teeth, placing a hand on his back. He shivers when my fingers graze his skin, trailing along the tattoo and down his spine. "It's not there," I finally croak, and he sighs. I can't feel relieved yet. The sigil might be on his ass for all I care. Rhydar chuckles. "Wanna check?" My face heats up, and he smiles, reaching out to hold my hand.

A familiar ache tightened my chest. But I refused to cry. Tears were a luxury I couldn't afford. I collected every shard and sealed them in a velvet pouch. The last of my illusions about Miles, now just broken pieces. The next morning, I walked into the best tattoo parlor in Chicago. "I need a cover-up," I told the artist, a man known for his dark, gothic style. He glanced at the small 'M' on my lower back. "Covering up a name?" "It was a mistake," I said, my voice flat. "I want a black phoenix. Rising from ashes."

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.

But using silver made the normal pain of getting a tattoo about a hundred times worse. And she didn't just have one cute little heart or flower on her belly. No, she had a stunning Phoenix nestled between her breasts, its wings fanning out over her pert mounds, but designed so that the flesh around her nipples was left untouched- looking as though they were peeking out alluringly from behind the bird. And if that were not enough visual titillation, the tail of the bird curled around the entire left side of her torso and flared out into beautiful swirls and tail feathers covering her belly. Like her nipples, the skin around her belly button was left untouched revealing an enticing belly butto