Poison Ivy Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

I have explained. “When did you get them?” He asked as his fingers traced the tribal tattoo on my spine. “On my 24th birthday.” I smiled. "What does it mean?" I hummed. “I don't know. I just thought it looked cool, plus Darius' beta mate encouraged me to do it. She said and I quote – tattoos add to your personality, make you look tougher and scarier.” I chuckled at what the girl said. "However, I'm not sure, but I like it."

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

"I know the group I am in only want cooperations to transport supplies while they give you part of the supplies, but I want something more permanent. I want to join your base." His gaze moved between Ivy and Darren. "You both look strong. You've got weapons. You've obviously survived this long for a reason. I think following people like you would be a good choice." As he spoke, Desmond rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and folded his arms across his chest. The movement immediately revealed something on both of his forearms. A tattoo. A black snake. The moment Ivy saw it, her pupils contracted. Her entire body stiffened. The memories flooded back instantly.

“Well then I’m going to get a big ass neck tattoo!” He immediately started choking on his bite of lobster and had to spit it into his napkin. “What?!” “Yeah. I was thinking of getting an owl right here,” I told him, touching the base of my neck. “The eyes would be right here, and the wings would go over my breasts. It would have a shackle around its leg with the ball being my belly button. What do you think? Pretty awesome, right?” He downed another glass of wine. “Y-yeah. Pretty awesome.”

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

The syndicates each have their symbols* There, the tattoo I saw on Daisy's neck was right there, exactly the same, the curled body, the head sticking out a little, everything. It couldn't be a pure coincidence that she had the same tattoo as they did. Even if she wanted a tattoo of the green viper, it would've been something different. She was part of the syndicate. Then why would she possibly be working here. * No one knows the real Identity or the real location of The Green Ivy and the Green Viper, any information you have, any where around the world, please report to the police, children and little babies have been gone for years now, families are mourning, help is needed*

I nod and turned to Neal who commented, “I just don’t know why a lot of men and women fancy having tattoos on their skin.” “You’re just scared of needles, Neal.” Olivia stated which makes everyone laugh since Neal and Georgina-Rose were the only ones who does not have a tattoo in their circle, including me. Zion looks at me, “If you’ll have a tattoo, what would you want to be tatted on your skin?” I breathe, “Geez, I don’t know. I mean, no one has really asked me that before.” Diana leans towards me, “Friendly advice, never tattoo your boyfriend’s name on your skin. Most horrible idea ever.” She says before showing her inner arm which has a name Michael on it.

My name is Artie. I lived with my family, mom and my dad, in the jungle. We had no neighbors but only listening to the sweet melodious voices of the singing birds from the jungle. I grew up from the house and never moved out. My parents used to tell me I was the only reason for their happiness so I made sure to keep them smiling. I was a type of girl who liked watching fantasies so I always wished to make the impossible possible. One day on my birthday, dad asked me to make a wish. I just told them I wanted a tattoo on my thigh instead. My mom scolded me for asking such a stupid thing on my day but it's what I wanted.

Tristian points out reasonably and As I think about it, I can’t help but see that he just might be right. There are indeed thousands of people with the same tattoo, same spot. The last thing I want to do is to jail an innocent person. I know how that feels like. Thinking more about that, eve marigold has that same tattoo. Same spot as that’s quite a popular spot for that type of tattoo. I’m not saying it’s marigold in the frame as she’s obviously a female but what if the person is one of her holigan friends and the tattoo is somewhat a symbol of their friendship bond?

He had caught a glimpse of the root tattoo on the young lady's neck, and hers seemed bigger, and it extended to her hand. Now, up close, he was sure she had more tattoos underneath her little dress. "I come in peace, Thana, and..." "Thana," Ivy chuckled and brought out a cigarette. She lit it and took a drag from it, blowing it into the air. "Who the fuck is that?"