Rosary Hand Tattoo Men Novels & Stories

We’re both pretending like I have some power in this situation, when the truth is, I’ve never been more vulnerable in my life. Who is this stranger? And what the hell happened to him? He turns, moving to the back of his truck. He grabs a gas can and a lantern, flicking the old-fashioned flame to life before handing it to me. That's when I notice his hands are covered in intricate tattoos, including his fingers. The hand holding the lantern is inked with a rose. There are more words and symbols I don't recognize trailing down his knuckles. It looks like pictures I've seen of mafia tattoos. Something to denote membership and rank. Achievements.

His hands have tattoos of two different flowers on them; on his right a rose in a deep red and a bundle of lavender on his left. Goddess, he is deliciously sexy. Who knew tattoos could be such a turn-on? You don’t have to tell me twice, sister. I just wanna lick his abs. I’m stirred out of this dirty thought when I hear a warning growl coming from Rian. Whoops, there goes my arousal…. again. I felt like at this point I’m just going to be a walking arousal beacon when it comes to him. I give him a small smile to indicate my apologies as I walk to the empty side of the bed and crawl under the covers.

The unknown young man shouted to the girl. “Stop this, both of you!” Tohya shouted at the same exact moment that the young man did. Yuri can only stare at the young man before noticing the black butterfly tattoo on the side of his neck, and her gaze went down to his left hand where there was a Hati bracelet wound around his wrist with the Roman numeral of two engraved on the silver crescent moon pendant. ‘A Phantom? Then that means…’

Ruthless but refined. Did I mention the tattoos? They snake up around his throat, just barely visible under his collar. I spot more on his hands, ink etched along strong fingers and knuckles, ending in a gold pinky ring that blinds me when the sun hits it. Big. Gaudy. Expensive. Like everything about him. Holy Italian.

And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top. Obscurité. Darkness. "I have another one in my hand." He showed his hand with a tattoo of a skull. "How come I have never noticed those?" I asked with surprised, never in life, I saw those tattoos. This is insane I'm must be going crazy. "Calm down the one on my hand I just got like last week." He chuckled and I sighed. "This is beautiful." I said in admiration as I gazed at his tattoos on his hand and his left arm.

"Nothing's more interesting than a beautiful woman who craves danger. Or don’t you agree with me, Lorenzo?" He took a sip of his drink, and I saw that he had a rose tattoo on his left hand, that his jet-black hair was pulled back with gel, and that there were a few sparse hairs on his forehead that were dozing. His all-black suit appeared to be hand-tailored. Elegant and young

Didn't even draw the curtains. He tore his robe open, revealing a body forged in violence and power. There were no ugly scars like the rumors said. Just perfect lines of muscle, and… A tattoo, right over his heart. It was an intricate design—a black mamba coiled around a thorny rose. And in the center of the rose, two letters were tattooed in elegant script: O.R. Odessa Rossi. My name. My breath hitched. "This is…" My fingers trembled as I reached out. The skin was still raised, the ink barely set.

I shake my head at him and look away. He's sitting with his knees pulled up and his arms draped lazily over them, giving me a view of his arm and hand tattoos. He has 'love' and 'pain' tattooed across his knuckles; on his right hand, he has a rose, and on the left, he has a skull. My eyes follow up his arms looking at the artwork on them for a second before I rip them away and return my glare to him.

Behind the screen, Mark sat casually, placing his crossed legs on the desk. He had a perfect face with an air of impetuosity. He was in a black shirt and long pants, with his shirt unbuttoned three buttons down, showing off his chest and some of his tattoos. The tattoo of a fallen angel against his fair skin made him seem even more dangerous. The rosary in his hands was a huge juxtaposition to his tattoos, yet it didn't seem out of place.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.