Roman Numeral Hand Tattoo Novels & Stories

I stuck to my gun, playing with him just a little. "What about this one?" I ran my finger across a set of Roman numerals on the left of his chest. It was the first bit of skin-to-skin contact I'd had, and sent an electric tingle through my entire body. His chest was just as hard as it looked, which made me all flustered just thinking about it. "Sixteen and eleven," he translated the numerals, bringing my focus back to the tattoo. "It stands for sixteenth of November: the day my little sister was meant to be born, and the day my mum miscarried her."

The door just slams open, and Roman's face comes to view. Today he is putting on a black tuxedo, which accentuates his large biceps, and ripping muscles. Underneath laid a white shirt which is half unbuttoned always, exposing the pretty baby hand tattoo that rest on his left breast. His midnight black hair, as always is made into a smooth bun at the center of his head. His perfume, intoxicating as always. It's manly yet soft like that of a baby coupled with the scent of burning eucalyptus leaves.

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

Her eyes swept over him slowly. From his lean, muscular torso, down the ridges of his abdomen, and across his inked chest…and that was when she saw it. A tattoo. One she hadn't noticed until now. It started from beneath his left collarbone, curling like smoke across his pec, down his ribs, wrapping over his left shoulder and down the length of his arm. It wasn’t just art..it was storytelling ink, a tapestry of symbols and sharp lines. A Roman centurion stood at the heart of it, helmet tilted upward with a stare to the heavens. Surrounding him, a serpent curled and bled into feathers, and beneath it, Latin script ran along the bottom edge like scripture.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

Ansel says from right behind me. "I really don't like that.. But look, here, on his left hand." I say There is a red mark, it looks like a vine, wrapping around and around his index finger, it spreads across the back of his hand, around his wrist, where it ends in an open flower, with a pentagram in the center. It almost looks like a tattoo, in bright red ink. I check another vampire near by, he has a small red mark on his wrist, it's a pentagram, with a thin circle around it. The rest of the design is not there.

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 fingers ached to explore the sculpted lines, the subtle indentations, to trace the hidden contours of his body, to delve into the unspoken depths of his soul. I reached out, my hand drawn as if by an invisible force, my fingertips lightly tracing the intricate tattoo that adorned his right bicep. The inked design, a complex tapestry of swirling lines and ancient symbols, stood out in stark relief against the rich, bronze tone of his skin. He shivered slightly at the delicate touch, a subtle, involuntary response that sent a thrilling jolt of awareness coursing through me, a tangible sign of the power I held over him. I lingered on the intricate pattern, following the sweeping lines and in

We had plenty of time to get ready for school. I turned and placed both hands, crossing them on top of his chest. His arm was above his head, tucked behind his head, giving me a perfect view of the inside of his tattoo. It was an engraving that said 'She's the beauty that calms the beast in me.' I smiled, running my hands through the wrinkled sheer that covered his fresh tattoo. I wanted to look at the rest and I slowly ran my hand over his arm. Running my fingers in a feather like motion across his arm, making him grunt in return.

I hadn't noticed the marks on any of his men or the women, but when he finished telling me about it, Miss Tilly leaned forward to let me see her mark. I was expecting it just to look like a dog bite, in all honesty, but it was so much more. A small gasp escaped me when I saw it, and I felt a tingling sense of recognition that I couldn't place. I held her hand in mine, just in awe of what I saw. I ran my finger over the intricacy of Roman’s mark designated by the Moon Goddess. You can see where his canines broke the flesh, just above each knuckle. Then, seeming to sprout from where the incisors left their mark, are pale lines twisting and swirling together to form a web of a design in the cen