Realistic Lady Justice Tattoo Novels & Stories

When Catherine swiped her card, the light for the eighth floor came on, indicating that she was the first to select that floor, and would apparently be the only one going there. As she stepped out of the elevator, Catherine found herself in a beautiful reception area with light brown sofas and fashion and car magazines on a glass coffee table. A large wooden counter with four chairs stood ahead, but only two were occupied. One of the secretaries was clearly younger than Catherine, with straight dark hair, impeccable makeup, and a brown suit adorned with the Titan Lawyers team symbol, making her look incredibly elegant. The other secretary appeared to be in her sixties, with brown hair that w

"Good morning boss." "Hm good morning Walter. Where is the lady?" Josh asked looking around. "There she is sir." The man pointed to a place which Josh's gaze followed. He saw a lady who looked so rugged with tattoos all over her body. It was only her face that was thankfully not tattooed. The men didn't push he like they did to others because she was a woman. Her head was bald as she also had tattoos on her head reminding Josh of the fool that wanted to rape Sabrina.

When my eyes saw her tattoo, it took every ounce of willpower I had not to exclaim and run toward the door. She had a tattoo of a crescent moon and two stars, and in that moment, I knew I was standing in the midst of the people who were after me. “Nice—nice tattoo,” I remarked as she withdrew her hand. “Yeah, it’s lovely, isn’t it? We all have one,” she replied and glanced at her wrist. “Our way of showing our love for one another.” “Love’s one way to put it,” the lady I had been talking to earlier interjected, and they all broke into a hearty laugh.

After which, she opted to get a red rose design on her ankle, Liam was against it, because she was already red from the one she had gotten but she had insisted. ''Done!” The lady exclaimed with a smile when she finished with the tattoo, she cleaned it with the wipes before letting Kate stand up. '"Finally!” Kate exclaimed as she walked towards the mirror to look at it. ''Wow! It's so beautiful.'' There was a beautiful smile on her face as she stared at the tattoo. “Darling, how is it?” She turned to Liam, who was still sitting watching her. She was just putting on a top dress, long enough to cover half of her thighs, her hair was packed up to a bun but there were a few strands falling here

Of course, whoever was with the woman probably needed somewhere nice to sit as it took a while with this sort of thing. “You and me both” she said, “but I gotta say some of those looked alright, we definitely haven’t found YOUR dress yet.” She wasn’t wrong, some of them had been decent enough, but none that really won me over. Exasperated I shook out my low ponytail, twisted my hair, and shoved it up into a sloppy bun on the top of my head. I heard a gasp and turned to see the saleslady staring at me. I realized, belatedly, that my tattoo was visible. In the mob, or mafia as it was typically called, we had distinguishing marks; one of the most frequent being strategically placed tattoos. Thi

She was upset that I didn't recognize her, and seemed deeply upset when I pushed her arms away and stared at her. Despite the simple black dress, the neckline was deep enough for the tattoo of his capital sin to be quite significant and easy to decipher. In the center of the small trunk was the image of a fat badger with his mouth wide open, where a small man fell into it. Around the animal, crosses, tombstones and flames spiralled over the woman's pale skin. The rest of the drawing was not noticeable enough for me to lose more than a few seconds staring, so I looked away when she also looked.

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

Then he walks around the car to slide in behind the wheel. "Nice tattoo you got there ... if one above the ass is a tramp stamp, what is that one called". My eyes rest on the drawing that starts between her breasts and spreads out into a beautiful rose under them. She lets her fingers slide down over the tattoo. "It's a 'I'm a bad ass bitch stamp'" "Well the bitch part fits perfectly". I can't stop staring at her fingers caressing her skin. Damn no doubt she has the upper hand right now. My body is almost unable to contain the desire.

Never once did her emotions take over as she mocked me, no she was just calm, bored almost. Nothing I said would or could penetrate her mental armour, as she slid off her signature black silk gloves. Looking over her long black perfectly manicured nails, the black diamond promise ring Angelo gave her for her sixteenth birthday sitting upon her long elegant fingers. A single letter ‘A’ tattooed on her right hand just above her thumb.

Becky’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “Why don’t you let me take away the anger first,” she whispered. “Then we can figure out how to deal with those two.” Her hands moved slowly, deliberately, as she pulled off her shirt, revealing the tattoos etched along the curve of her waist and near her hips. Symbols of power, of blood, of loyalty to a world she was born into. A world that was etched into her so deeply, she could never leave.