Rose Collarbone Tattoo Novels & Stories

She just wants to protect her and son's heart. She wore a tight fitting gown that revealed her figure with a ruffled layers skirt. It's a spaghetti strap so her shoulders are visible and her back is a little low so even her tattoo is visible. He got it tattooed in Brazil, a big rose flower it had thorns. The gown is cream in color and almost fits her body. She had a messy bun and wore a pair of black diamond earrings. She didn't put some make up because you already know.

Closer. Closer. Closer. “A tattoo,” I yelled. “They both had the same tattoo.” How did I miss that earlier? “Are you sure?” Prince Dante asked. “Positive, Master. I remember it now. Coral had a tattoo on her right forearm and so did Zane.” Master went quiet for a minute, then he asked. “Can you describe the tattoo?” “It was a cross in the midst of thorns.” When Coral raised her hands to pierce my neck, I saw it.

“What are you talking about?” Instead of answering, she rolls up the sleeve of her shirt. My blood runs cold. A tattoo. The La Rosa crest stares back at me from her forearm. My father’s crest. “What the…” My voice falters as I step closer, inspecting it. But there’s something different about this one. Inside the rose crest, etched within the intricate design, is a single letter. An I. My breath catches in my throat. The La Rosa crest was reserved only for my father’s children. Every one of us had it, each tattooed with a letter corresponding to our names. Mine had a C for Cara. Agata had an A. Roberto, Alejandro, Massimo, Paulo Jr., Loretta…

I looked nothing like my usual self. I couldn't help but blush as I remembered that Casper had seen me this way. My mind drifted to the mark on my neck, and I reached up to touch it. I was surprised to feel that it had already healed. In its place was a tattoo of a full moon, surrounded by a ring of stars. “This is beautiful!” My fingers danced around the mate mark. I adjusted the shirt on my body to give me a full view of my neck, when I saw the series of hickeys on my collarbone, which made me scream.

He ordered and I obeyed, taking his fingers in my mouth and sucked my cum clean off them before he pulled them out again and I yelped when he ripped apart my shirt and took it off my body. Then he got up from his kneeling position and started to undress while I took a moment to appreciate his dirty blonde hair, out of its usual bun and all over the place due to how much I pulled at it before my gaze travelled down his now bare chest and abs that were filled with tattoos but I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw my name tattooed on his abdomen. Cressida. It was surrounded by skulls and red roses that had thorns and it almost looked like blood was dripping from the thorns.

Before he can reach me, Carlos intercepts him, slamming him against the hood. I pull my kids out one by one, hugging them so tightly it hurts. “My babies—oh God… you’re okay, you’re okay—” Killian sobs into my shoulder. Cherry clings to me tightly. Carlos is still wrestling the second man to the ground when I try to move back and spot something. On the kidnapper’s neck, partially hidden beneath his collar, is a strange tattoo. A circle. A broken arrow through it. Faded, but unmistakable. The moment it glows lightly, a cold shiver crawls up my spine.

Rhylent slipped out of Chasm's back hole and rose from the bed. The alien grabbed a glass plate and then returned to the Nebos. Chasm stayed flat on the bed, still trying to catch his breath. He'd never orgasmed so hard before. "Here." When Rhylent held up a glass plate, Chasm lifted himself to a sitting position so he could stare at the mark of the Rosh. Chasm studied the reflection of his chest in the mirror. A few drops of blood marked his flesh, but the black rose tattoo was more noticeable. It was larger than his last one, and it matched Rhylent's. The intricate pattern of the flower went all the way up to his shoulder, just like the alien's rose.

The man looks at me first before speaking. “I-I don’t know—” Even before he could finish, Cassandra grabbed his collar. “I don’t accept that kind of answer. Tell me you don’t know one more time, I’ll get you arrested for being the culprit.” It’s my first-time seeing Cassandra like this. She is a scary and feisty woman. I can see anger in her eyes. I was about to stop Cassandra but I noticed something on the man’s collar bone. I told Cassandra to let go and I ripped the man’s shirt. He has a tattoo, not just a simple one but it’s the logo we saw on those letters.

"Do you?" Marcus opens the book. Lays it on the desk facing me. I step closer. A drawing fills the page. A symbol. Simple but precise. A crescent moon with a single line through its center. The floor tilts beneath me. I've seen that symbol every day of my life. "Roll down your collar," Marcus says quietly. My fingers move before I decide to let them. I pull the fabric aside. The birthmark beneath my collarbone catches the firelight. Crescent moon, Line through the center.

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”