Rose Collarbone Tattoo Novels & Stories

She was pretty, a face you wouldn't suspect that had already killed hundreds. On her neck was an eye-catching bloody collar. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't something that could be removed. The collar was engraved on her neck, like a tattoo. The collar pattern was complicated, like a bunch of runes circling her delicate neck. The collar tattoo was throbbing and slightly moving—it was alive. The woman, Madam Mabel, gazed at where her subordinate came from with knowing eyes. "No, we shall proceed."

At least he had a shirt on that day. Then something caught my eye. On his left pec, near his heart, there was now a tattoo. Unconsciously I stepped forward so I could get a closer, better look at the newly designed tattoo. It was the name 'Baby B' in cursive italics. Under the name were two red roses in the form of an 'x'. My fingers were itching to touch the newly done tattoo but I knew better.

"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.

The eyes of the wolf glow with white ink, glowing faintly under the overhead light. Scars…deep, long and old–slash through parts of it, like he earned both the ink and the pain layered underneath. I am staring too much and I force myself to look away. And immediately regret it. Because my eyes land on Nico. He's lifting weight, tattoos on full display, biceps bulging with each curl. His sweatpants ride low on his hips, teasing the dangerous V-line. His tattoo is sprawled across the left side of his chest, creeping down his ribs and disappearing into his pants. And another, a burning rose, thorns curling into flames that occupied his left arm and hand is rendered in dark, smoky ink.

His outfit was completed with sneakers that matched the colour of his jeans. I could see the ink that covered his right arm. It was from his wrist leading up to the length of his arm and disappearing under the sleeve of his shirt. I could make out some of the images. I saw a rose with a name scribbled on the stem, Jesus Christ with his hands clasped, and some teardrops flowing from his eyes. I never thought about tattoos being sexy, but looking at his, I got an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

(You act like I can't take care of myself plus I have an assassin with me) "It's still no," he says "I'm going to get ready you better not leave without me," he says and walks upstairs while the guys to the same. "He does realize were going to do that anyway right," Rae says I shrug my shoulders to her and we walk to my car and hop in to get Nova soon we've picked her up and were at the tattoo parlor give the tattoo artist our ideas except Nov. I decide on a rose on my under boob, butterfly's on the bottom of my thumb bone, a sleeve of flowers on my arm, and a heart on my inner wrist. Rae got the same inner heart as me, but she also got an arm sleeve that had a lion with blue eyes and flower

Slowly the pain ebbed away and my neck felt numb with the occasional stinging. “Hazel? There is something on your neck?” Lorena stopped dabbing the wound and I felt my neck. The burn was gone but I couldn’t feel anything. Everyone was staring at me now and Cassie handed me a mirror from he purse. On my neck, was a freshly done tattoo, of a blood red eye next to a black crescent moon, intricately designed, with every detail standing out. I rubbed at it but it didn’t come off. Maybe the ritual did work.

Everything was definitely not falling into place for me, and I didn't like it. “Really? I thought you would have known by now sweetheart; everyone in your pack knows that by now." He halted, looking even more surprised than I was. Or maybe not. "Okay! Have you checked your left arm or your left ear today?” Carl asked exasperatedly. I gulped air as I looked at the top of my left arm near my shoulder. My glances darted around, rather than focusing on the particular spot. There was an extra tattoo that normally was not there. My pack or tribal tattoo of the moon stone with a wolf fang was usually on my right hand. Now there was an extra one, a very intricate crown and a moon fused together with

Everything was definitely not falling into place for me, and I didn't like it. “Really? I thought you would have known by now sweetheart; everyone in your pack knows that by now." He halted, looking even more surprised than I was. Or maybe not. "Okay! Have you checked your left arm or your left ear today?” Carl asked exasperatedly. I gulped air as I looked at the top of my left arm near my shoulder. My glances darted around, rather than focusing on the particular spot. There was an extra tattoo that normally was not there. My pack or tribal tattoo of the moon stone with a wolf fang was usually on my right hand. Now there was an extra one, a very intricate crown and a moon fused together with

Everything was definitely not falling into place for me, and I didn't like it. “Really? I thought you would have known by now sweetheart; everyone in your pack knows that by now." He halted, looking even more surprised than I was. Or maybe not. "Okay! Have you checked your left arm or your left ear today?” Carl asked exasperatedly. I gulped air as I looked at the top of my left arm near my shoulder. My glances darted around, rather than focusing on the particular spot. There was an extra tattoo that normally was not there. My pack or tribal tattoo of the moon stone with a wolf fang was usually on my right hand. Now there was an extra one, a very intricate crown and a moon fused together with