Roman Numeral Hand Tattoo Novels & Stories

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.

I approached their weak-ass leader and pulled him by the collar. "Remember my face and this tattoo you dummy, cause this day forward I will be your master. You and your useless gangmates will be my slave. You understand?" I said, looking hard at him. I grabbed his jaw and took a dagger that I always hid inside my boots. I carved a letter 'V' on his face. It stands for Violet. I tap the wound I made. "Aarrgghh!" He cried out in pain. Oh, my, my. Music to my ears.

I risk a glance at the man again, and I almost drop dead when I see the Roman numeral seven tattooed on the back of his neck. It’s the same number. From my visions!

Scowling, I started to slap his hand away, but something caught my eye. On the inside of his wrist, I could see dark ink that lead under his cufflinks. A tattoo. But something seemed familiar about it. I took his wrist in my hand, and I turned it over, pulling the sleeve of his shirt up so I could see it properly. Ryan could’ve easily snatched his hand away from mine, but he didn’t. He just carefully watched as I examined the tattoo on his hand. Something seemed… really fucking familiar about this. “Where did you get this?” I asked.

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.” Ha-ha. That's a Joke Right?

He had expected a crowd but was proven wrong, and he felt it was much better this way because he could have some private time with her. “The ladies’ room is over there,” Nicholas said, pulling off his robe and draping it over a chair. With only a pair of swimming trunks on, he revealed his well-built chest and those perfectly defined abdominal muscles. His legs were strong and muscular, and on his left side, there was a Roman numeral tattoo: ​ V•V•MCMLXXXVIII ​ “Curious about my tattoo? You’re staring quite hard, Portia,” he asked with a smile. ​

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.

It probably cost more than my inheritance. “You’re late,” Nero said. He was standing by the minibar with a glass of an amber liquid in his hand. The jacket of his suit was off, and his sleeves were rolled to his elbows. I could see a sleeve tribal tattoo on his left hand. I couldn’t deny how hot it made him look. The other arm was devoid of any tattoos except for a few Roman numbers on his fingers. Those long and powerful fingers had black rings. He had a mafia vibe to him. Even the penthouse had dark walls and black leather couches.

He patted my shoulder with his tattooed hand. I stared at it, his body was so beautiful, it was like a display of art. Various inks and pictures went up his arms, to his neck and his back. It was truly beautiful, there was a wolf, a symbol, a date, a quote, a picture of some guy and my favorite tattoo was on the back of his hand. It was, 'Fuck you. It's my life' written in italic letters. "Someday you will have something meaningful enough kid." He wound his arm around my neck and practically dragged me to the back of the shop where most of the piercings were done. "Now, wait here while I get the equipments ready."

It finally came to rest at the back of my left hand, where a single, glowing golden dragon curled around my knuckles. I looked at Sol and saw the exact mirror. His shadow-and-star tattoo started at his left foot, racing up his powerful frame in a dark, glittering wave. It crossed his chest—where my name pulsed in silver—and draped over his right shoulder, ending in a swirl of starlight and wolves on his right hand. When we reached out to each other, our marked hands met. The gold of his name on my skin and the silver of mine on his seemed to spark where they touched. We were a living tapestry of the two greatest lineages to ever walk the earth.