Risk Taker Tattoo Novels & Stories

“There are some places in California I’d like to check out too, like Laguna Beach, for body-surfing, body-boarding, diving, and tide-pooling.” “A thrill-seeker, huh?” He grinned. “That I am.” I pointed to his tattoo, solid black, with curves that ended in points and interlocked in complex patterns and abstract designs. “Tell me more about that. I noticed it the first day at work, but I was too embarrassed to ask.” He lifted his short sleeve. “Oh. Well, this is the symbol of strength, power, and bravery.”

He says to him. The guy drives off, slowly this time. I once again, look and cross the road for a second time. I see James, still trailing behind me. "Are you following me?" I ask him. "Just making sure you get across the road and back safely." He says, closing the gap that was between us. "I can handle it from here. The near death experience was enough for me for today." I tell him as I head to the kiosk. "I'd rather not risk it. Besides, I'm doing this for me. Not for you." He says, as he stands next to me in line.

But she was always hiding in the closet. He held her close and listened, occasionally reminding her that she was safe. Rubbing his hand up and down her arm, he encouraged her to continue. Chance wondered if he could find these men. Anyone who would attack a child should die. These men tried to rape her. They should die at his hand. Her finger lightly traced the same tattoo that his brothers also had. A tribal stag and underneath his had the Roman number five. Mia recently got a tribal doe with the Roman number four.

It disappears beneath the fabric of the tank top, hinting at a larger tapestry that covers his torso. "What’s that one?" I point to a symbol on his rear deltoid. It looks like a wolf, but abstract, geometric. "Ink," he deadpans. "You don't say. I thought it was a very specific bruise." I lean closer, squinting. "It looks tribal. But not the I got drunk in Cancun kind of tribal. It looks meaningful. Is it a gang thing? A badge of honor for every time you successfully intimidated a client into silence?"

Parker gasped as the realization of something dawned on him. "Jamie, you aren't in some... Some." Parker stuttered. "In some what man?" Jamie laughed. "Hold on a minute. Man, you aren't in some kind of cult group are you?" Parker asked. In stead of replying, Jamie pulled up his short to show Parker a tattoo. The tat was a rising eagle, it's eyes set on something in a distance. Upon seeing it, Parker's fears and thoughts were confirmed. His friend really did belong to a secret cult.

But this one has all my work and sketches I have been working on. Including the one I have for the Raider tattoo. " Merigold I know I saw the one you did for Tank and the one on your back. And I'm impressed. But Merigold, these are incredible." he says. He sees the one I wanted to talk to him about. He points to it. “ For dad?” he asks. I just nod. “ Like I said. Incredible. And I will be proud to wear it.” Viper says. I can’t help but smile. He always makes me feel good. "What's incredible?" I turn and see Casper beside me. Viper stands to shake his hand. Viper sits back down and Casper takes the seat across from me. Viper slides my portfolio across the table to him and points. " These are

Raf screamed and they started doing it. I was still thinking if I should get the tattoo. I was scared, but I decided to get it! “Done!” Aaron stated. I approached Raf to see that tattoo. He had an amazing picture of Lion keeping a dome with water and Pisces in hands. It made me think about something, but I quickly kicked it out of my head. The tattoo was on the shoulder. It looked amazing. “Wow,” I whispered. “You like it?” Raf asked. I nodded, still looking at his shoulder. “Have you decided to get it?”

For so long, he’d been able to control my life cos I let him. “I’d love to get a tattoo please” I replied the artist. Seeing in the chair gave me so much anxiety but I had to do this—I wanted to. Because most of all, I didn’t want my summers to remind me of the ugly divorce anymore. I wanted it to remind me of this one. The Summer of ‘23. The Summer I challenged myself, the Summer I took risks and most especially, the Summer I was bold enough to fall in love. And what other way to commemorate than a tattoo of his name. On my arms—V.

Very attractive. Yet again, he's always been fine. So fucking much that I lost my senses and agreed to go out with him after highschool. So fucking fine. And that was then. Imagine what he was now. Probably 10 times more appealing? 20? About 100 times more?? More trouble than peace...more eye-catching, nerve wrecking, dangerous and totally not good news with all those serpent and raven tattoos running through his shoulder blades down to his abdomen. Both on front and back.

Without hesitation, I fetched my phone out of my pocket and browsed on the internet what it meant if someone had a tattoo of a scorpion on his wrist. Some images were displayed on my phone screen and even before I could read out the content behind the scorpion tattoo, someone already beat me to it. "It symbolizes the membership of a well-known dangerous gang known as the Gun fire men." A familiar deep voice rung out loud from behind.