Pisces Fish Tattoos Novels & Stories

His skin color was a bit pale and his eyes become cuter when he smile “Aquarius, the water-bearer of the Zodiacs, Ms. Almirah Shine Salvatore.” Almirah then stepped up on the stage. Only now did I notice her dress. It shows her cleavage and no doubt her chest has something to be proud of. Her body was also well-shaped and a mermaid sign was prominently carved above her right breast. “Pisces, the fish of the Zodiacs, Mr. Lotus Iunick Akiyo.” A man with a tall body figure landed calmly on the stage. His face was gentle. He has a baby face. Well, I got to admit it. He’s cute. And he has a charismatic smile.

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

I laid there, spread out and breathing so hard as I looked at the man standing between my legs. My nipples were on display, for him to watch to satisfaction. There was no other expression on his face except the lust and desire for me. What if he turns to his demon form and destroys me? And he couldn't control it? Thinking about that, his gaze became dangerous to me. Greyson started taking off his clothes. His jacket left his body revealing his full form. Wow! There's a tattoo of fish on his right biceps, which I was just noticing. Why would a demon have a fish tattoo? Weird.

The melody rose through the blizzard, curling around my ribs like invisible fingers. My eyes drifted toward the edge of the iceberg, toward the base where the voice came from. “Manolya?” Pelin’s voice echoed faintly behind me. “What are you—?” I stepped forward, each step crunching on the ice. And there she was. Pisces. The great oarfish, long and slim, her silver body rippling with crimson stripes and black spots. Her head bore a red crest. She dove down again, and the enchanting melody stopped.

I shrugged awkwardly. “I will be the first, until Peanut contemplates about it!” Raf stated and sat on the chair. “Peanut?” Aaron laughed. I pretended not to hear and started looking at tattoos. “What tattoo do you want?” Aaron asked Raf. “I want to get Lion and Pisces together. Could you do it?” Raf asked. “I had an amazing idea!” Aaron started drawing. “Why Lion and Pisces?” I asked. “Just because,” Raf answered and looked at the Aaron’s picture. “Amazing!” Raf screamed and they started doing it.

Opening the door, Adrexa walks into the next room, and I follow closely behind. Braxius's bathroom is magnificent! A small pool is in the center of the room, and there is a golden statue of the fish Pisces, lying on the floor at the end, with water flowing out of its mouth. On the bottom is a blue and white mosaic with a design of a golden trident in the center, symbolizing one of the many representations of the god Poseidon. Lining the walls, are tiled benches for the bather to sit on in the pool.

When I realized I was already descending the steps and I was barely a meter from this majestic God of the seas, I stopped to look at his neck, I went down his back and concentrated on his tattoo, there was a kind of school of fish swimming, some hammerhead sharks, some dolphins, rays, corals. It was a whole marine scene that left my mouth open, it had too many details, too many colors, the tattoo rose from the lower area of ​​her belly to the middle of her back, it was a beautiful work of art that, together with her splendid physique, made of the set something simply worth seeing, I continued detailing her back and continued to her buttocks.

There are Wrasse fish, blackish grouper fish, one of the most symbolic fish species in the Mediterranean, and several other types of fish. It's this beauty that Logan wants show to Kay. The man, who was wearing a snorkeling mask, swam through the underwater world with Kay. The woman currently wearing a bright orange bikini, looked in awe of the beauty. Even that woman seems to want to enjoy that underwater beauty all the time.

For letting my eyes lift before I could stop them. He was tall, lean, hard muscle carved into every movement, his skin still faintly damp and warm from the shower. His back was turned to me for only a moment, but I saw it anyway. Ink stretched across his skin. Chains and a lock spread across his back, thick black lines etched deep, wrapped and layered as if they were part of him. A mask twisted over his arm, its expression frozen in fury and grief. And over his heart, just visible when he turned slightly, the curve of a koi fish, dark and graceful against his chest.

Then he tossed it onto the boat seat like it was the most normal thing in the world. I didn’t even get the chance to roll my eyes because...yeah. That tattoo. The deep black phoenix stretched across the side of his chest and his left arm. Mix of abstract design, Russian calligraphy, ancient symbols, and fragments of sentences I’d read years ago and still remembered. Max looked at his dad in awe. “Daddy, why’d you take your shirt off?” “So I can move easier,” Pascha said casually. “Like a fish?” Max asked. “Like a shark,” Mischa answered.