Porco Rosso Tattoo Novels & Stories

After a few clicks, Terrence confirmed his guess. Bingo. It’s a serpent tattoo. A symbol of Sinesteros. “It’s the Sinesteros symbol boss!” Cody excitedly announced. ‘I knew it. This is not just about that woman in the wheelchair.’ Terrence thought to himself. “Strip down their clothes!” Terrence commanded. Conrad and his squad immediately followed and pulled their clothes revealing the tattoos on their arms. Some had it on their chest. Terrence marched with heavy footsteps going in their direction. He took out his 9mm Rapide- Black Ice handgun from his waist and kneeled and pulled one of the men’s hair down and pressed the nozzle of his gun on his chin.

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

As he lifted it, his sleeve pulled back a little, revealing part of the snake tattoo. Mar froze mid-step. “Wait.” Porto squinted. “Hold on… what’s that on your arm?” Lance looked down like it was nothing. “Oh. That? Just a tattoo.” “Just a tattoo?” Mar repeated. “Since when do you do ‘just tattoos’?” Porto walked over and grabbed Lance’s arm to look properly. “Whoa… that’s actually insane.” He turned Lance’s arm slightly under the light, studying the snake wrapping around the scars. “The way it goes over the scar… that’s not normal work. That artist knew what he was doing.”

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

She turned with a huff, heels echoed on the hallway until she was gone. Unphased, Rio slammed the door shut and walked towards the fridge by the kitchen, pulling out a beer bottle. I remained standing on the side of the door, staring at his bare upper body, particularly eying the ‘a vida é Bela’ ink on his chest with the small fucking mockingbird above it. Just like Viviana’s description. Down to the birthmark on his hip and the serpent ink on his right arm. “She told you,” Rio broke the thick silence looming over us, leaning on the breakfast bar. His gray eyes throw daggered glare to where I am.

Upon waking up, Rose was surprised to see Roman in bed, working on his laptop, on heavens know what, looking like he was still naked, and as ravishing as ever. She was tempted to trace his tattoos with her fingers, and see if they were as callous as the man or not. One of the tattoos was of a coweb, with the number 1 on it, and it was stretching above his right shoulder. As for the second tattoo, she couldn’t make out what it was exactly, but covered the skin from shoulder up to his neck.

There is a moment of silence as his eyes rake the work of art on Sergio’s arm. A deadweight shifts in my chest and my heart pounds. Is it truly him? Silence. Russo starts tapping his leathered shoes in anxiety. More silence. “Well?” Russo finally asks. The man clears his throat. “The tattoo's blurred but it's definitely his. It’s Sergio. He's the only one with this tattoo. I designed it specifically for him.” I almost lose my balance. Russo whistles and I know without a doubt that this man is telling the truth. I wave the man off and he stumbles out the room for dear life with Gary hot on his heels.

Then he reaches for the hem of his own shirt and pulls it over his head in one smooth motion. I’ve seen him shirtless a thousand times. Memorized every line of muscle, every scar from a childhood he rarely talks about. But I’ve never seen this. Over his left ribcage, directly above his heart, is a tattoo. Fresh, still slightly red at the edges, covered in a thin layer of protective film. A single white rose, rendered in exquisite detail. Petals unfurling, delicate and luminous against his skin. Thorns subtle but present, wrapping the stem in elegant black ink. Beneath it, in small, precise script:

“I remember something.” “What do you remember?” Zuria asked, eager now. I closed my eyes again, pulling it back. “A tattoo. On one guy’s neck. A snake. Black ink, wrapped around his throat like it was choking him. It had fangs, I think... I'm not so sure.” Marco frowned. “What tattoo?” Zuria was already typing. I could hear the clicks. “What kind? Describe it more.” “Black. I don’t know tattoo words. It looked exactly as I described.”

He nodded and I touched his hand. His hand was so big. Trust me, if he tells you that I was attacked by a shark you'd believe it. His hand had a lot of scars and I'm pretty sure this Datura Flower tattoo is covering a bad scar oh and it has a tiny text underneath… Co-sa No-stra. What's that? “Cosa Nostra. What does it mean?” I asked as I read the tiny text under the Datura Flower. “I'll have to kill you if I tell you.”