Roman Numeral Tattoo Generator Novels & Stories

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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.

All of them had a silver hue, yet it was clear that they were not crafted from actual silver. One had a small ruby, another had elegant cursive inscriptions, and another had delicate floral etchings. I couldn't help but admire the intricate artwork that adorned his arm, from his fingers all the way up to his wrist. "What is the significance of this?" I gently ran my fingers over one of the intricate tattoos on his arm. The elegant script, adorned with delicate vines, roses, and lotus flowers, intrigued me, even though I couldn't decipher the Greek letters.

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. ​

Between them, in elegant black script, sat the tattoo: CW His striking glassy gray eyes darkened as he stared. “There’s another one,” I said, voice turning low and teasing. “On my hip bone. Want to see that too?” He nodded once. I stood, unzipped the prison trousers, and nudged them down just enough to reveal the smooth skin of my hip. The second tattoo read CROWE in the same beautiful lettering, right above the delicate line of my v-cut. “I can’t see it properly,” Ryker murmured, his voice dropping. “Come closer.”

I take in a sharp breath at the feeling it gives me, he props himself up on the headboard and sighs. "Six." He says softly, "Mom, Myles, Trevor, our infertility, what are the other two for?" His eyes wander from the marks on my thighs up to my face. I blow out a soft breath and focus my attention on the tattoo above his head. The moon, surrounded by words in Spanish. For she tamed the beast, guided by the moon. I trace my fingers over the meaningful tattoo and don't dare look Ramon in the eye. "Bravo." My voice is low- "because I'm not the wolf he needs me to be," my head slowly drops and I let my eyes land on Ramon's.

“Saturday?” The doctor made a hmm noise, apparently not impressed with this man helping me. No surprise. Doctors were no fun. “How many fingers amI holding up?” Ronan translated. I stared at his other hand resting on his knee, at the tattoos on his fingers in between the first and second knuckles. One was a cross, another a raven. The third, a king of hearts playing card. Ink and déjà vu. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but I couldn’t stop myself from touching him, from drawing an index finger down the tattooed raven. The whispered words were pushed from my depths by an irresistible force.

He pulled down his robe a little. “I would like it written in my heart,” Aeliana swung into action immediately. She stared at her handiwork proudly. It was a black tattoo, so the beauty really came out on his white, flawless skin. Demetrius, Carissa, and Valeria also tattooed theirs. Demetrius had the name 'Rissa' tattooed on his shoulder. Valeria had 'Miguel' on her chest, and Carissa had 'Metrius' On her shoulder as well. They stared at it in admiration. “My Lord, the sketchers are here,” a guard said from outside with a bow.

My eyes fight not to shift focus to the six pack muscles lying in three thick sequential layers on the surface of his stomach. When I reach him, I pause, observing the tattoo write-up more closely. I lift my hand, and hear Luke suck in a breath. When he doesn't say anything, I take it as my cue. I begin to trace my fingers on the numerals, feeling his torso muscles tense under my touch. When my index finger finally reach the last numeral, I realize that the tattoo is a date. 15. 05. 2012.