Roman Numeral Hand Tattoo Novels & Stories

I notice the tattoos down his arms, each telling a story of their own, small little tattoos peaking out from the shirt around his neck. "ILARIA! I can't find -" Alessandro comes to a halt when he notices us snuggled into my bed, running his hands through his hands before leaning down and breathing deeply in and out. "Matteo." He whispers before making his way over to us, sitting to my right, so he can see Matteo's face which is hidden in my neck. Alessandro caresses Matteo's hair with his hand, making him snuggle into both my neck and Alessandro's hand while smiling. For the first time I notice a tattoo on his hand. A beautiful picture of a rose, all black, making his tanned skin stand out.

My hand touches the tattoo on the side of my neck again and the cold refusal I got from Roman surfaces in my mind, Just when I thought he was finally opening up.

He mutters ‘love you, bambino’ almost silently under his breath and I melt. I let my fingers trail his muscular arm, the light feathering of hair across that perfect olive skin, surprisingly light considering his dark hair and Italian coloring, but then he is overall not a particularly hairy man and the amount of time he spends in the sun probably bleaches away most of the darkness. I trace my fingers over the symbols tattooed along his arm almost reaching his wrist. A long straight row of black ink, possibly Arabic, maybe Buddhist and wonder at what they mean in the early dusk light. I have never asked him about his tattoos or the meaning of each, or why such a weakness for symbols and trib

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

She drew an eye with her finger on the ground; she brought out a small pin from her pocket and pricked one of her fingers with it. Nimueh then let the blood drop on the ground and into the eye, she then closed her eyes “Revela malum” she began chanting in latin “Say it after me” “Revela Malum” Lucas and Roman said uncertainty, they didn’t know what they were saying but since she said to and it’s for Harley, why not?” “Revela Malum” they chanted together at the same time, they stopped when Nimueh stopped The eye revealed something to Nimueh, Bernard had infused a fluid into Harley few moments before he saw Roman on the security camera and stepped out to approach him.

His voice was detached, but I felt the weight of it. On his right hand, a serpent coiled around his wrist, with flames dancing across his fingers and a miniature skull on his index finger. On his left hand, a majestic eagle dominated his wrist, with a cryptic symbol on his thumb and the ominous phrase "Mors Certa, Hora Incerta" on his ring finger. Around his neck and slightly above his chest, a delicate pattern of barbed wire ran along his neck. A pair of ravens perched on his shoulders, their eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intelligence.

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.

“I can’t wait, Alessandro.” “Here…” He offered me the arm I was playing with. “Hold my hand.” I did as he asked and relaxed. As the ride advanced, my ears leaned towards the calm music playing while my eyes roamed here and there until I decided to study Alessandro’s hand. It was then I noticed what the tattoos on his knuckles were. “F.I.O.R.E.” I read the letters out. Then I looked up at him. “What does this mean?” “Flower. Because you are my flower.”

“A red tattoo depicting a wolf, an axe and a sword?” Roman looked at her, furrowing his brows. “Yes. How did you know that?” “That’s because I’ve seen him before.”

I look at him and I feel like I'm going crazy. With a trembling hand, I touch the tattoos on his left hand. I feel hypnotized by them. There are thorns surrounded by roses. The drawing climbs on the cloth to the shoulder and then descends slightly on the back and chest. It's a great drawing. I follow it lightly with my fingers feeling tingling as I walk my finger over the tattoo. Something is written between thorns and roses near the heart. A name. "My Forever Elle". I put my hand to my mouth and sigh. What the fuck is this? Is this a bad joke?