Novel & Cerita Rose Collarbone Tattoo

Dahlia Carrington ~•~ It turned out that the slutty set he had gotten for me wasn’t the main deal. It consisted of a pair of bra and panties as well as a top that ended just below my breasts and a mini skirt that had half of my ass out so that the panties were peaking out. They were all in pink and it made me feel like one of the Barbies; like a true doll. I was tempted to just take it off and tell Damon I wasn’t interested because I knew the implications of such clothing and I was still shy at heart but I waved it off. I owed him for that night and it was his birthday.

I will have to carry the pairing chip around, so this will be entirely my choice. Just a few minutes later, the tattoo is done, and Ara is standing by a mirror checking it out. The design is beautiful, with interlaced stars and a colorful pattern of gold and silver connections between them. "Sir, what stone have you chosen?" she says, opening up a plastic organizer box. "The Rose Diamonds," I say. Nancy pauses and looks up at me. "Sir, those are—" "Thank you, Nancy. The tattoo looks great," Ara cuts her off unintentionally. "Oh, sorry," she adds once she realizes we're both looking at her.

The once beautiful canvas of his phoenix tattoo is now topped with another set of prints that aren’t part of the art I admired. With blurry eyes, I tumbled out of bed and kneeled between his legs. There, a heartbreaking sight of bullet and knife scars met my gaze. On his right chest, the Outlaws’ insignia was marked with an X. I’m sure a knife did it from the smooth edge of the scar. And on his left side were two bullet wounds, barely missing his liver. But below his left breast, the words ‘corazón para la muñeca’ were written in cursive writing. [heart for the doll]

"What the fu-" "The tattoos." I push the mass of doctors away from her and turn my gaze to her ribcage. There are several small tattoos, but each one is easily distinguishable from the others. The first in the line is a wolf's head with a number eight between the eyes. Next is an arrow, a dagger, two crossed arrows, a gun, and a target symbol.

Alexis needed to feel calm and relaxed right now and in there. Alexis sighed as she looked at her reflection there. The blackish red rose symbol had almost filled her left arm right now. Alexis didn't know what to do or how she really felt about it actually. Alexis can no longer wear a regular t-shirt, because if anyone else saw it, they would definitely think that Alexis had a big tattoo all over her left arm like that. And it will not have a good impact on the scholarship that she has received so far. That's why, Alexis always wears shirts, clothes or even jackets, as long as they have long sleeves and are enough to cover the blackish red rose symbol on her body.

“I put on make-up, not really good at it but I’m quite decent if I say so myself.” Krister could only nod his head as Rojean had left already to the walk-in closet to change before grabbing Sei’s mask on the table, his eyebrows furrowing. She came out with a different bag than what Krister intended for her to use, from a black to a red one. “This bag is cuter, I want this more. It still goes with the outfit anyway.” she said, feeling as if there was something lacking in her appearance. She blocked out her mind and her face dropped the expressions it had before walking towards Krister. “Now?”

It's simple, yet, captivating. It features the Italian flag in colour, a black and white rose, rosary beads entwine with the stem and thorns, and the Esposito name is carved into the rose's shaded knuckle busters that rest beneath the rose with a single petal beside it. "I'm going to cut this from your body," I tap the scalpel against his tattoo, "And I'm going to keep it as a souvenir in my husband's family home." I sneer with a wicked smile playing on my lips.

Caelum raised an eyebrow at me. “I mean.." I trailed off. "sorry, but you both wanting to bite me is kind of a big deal. Then, without a word, he tilted his head and brushed aside the collar of his shirt to reveal a mark just beneath his neck. A deep, scar like impression rested there. From it's look, one could tell it was really old. “Oh wow.” He let the fabric fall back into place. “That’s what it looks like once the bond settles.” “So…” I swallowed. “I’m going to carry that on my neck?”

My skin was bronzed from the sun of the lighthouse, my eyes were hard and certain, and my stomach—now a beautiful, rounded curve beneath the silk—held the future of a dynasty. My dress was a masterpiece of defiance. It was ivory lace, delicate and vintage, but the back was open, revealing the small, elegant tattoo of a thorned rose I’d gotten over my shoulder—a mark of the Thorne blood and the Montague heart. Over the lace, I wore a custom-made white leather vest, the Steel Phantoms patch embroidered in silver thread. "You look like a goddess, Doc," Marta whispered, stepping behind me to fasten the final pearl button on my collar. Her eyes were damp, a rare sight for a woman who had seen as

Memories of biting her there just a few days ago flooded his mind, and he couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of remorse. A beautiful woman with a heartbeat tattoo on her collarbone exudes an air of subtle allure. A small heart was at the end with an open space. The tattoo was small but enough to melt any person to devour her with love. Her collarbone is delicately defined, drawing attention to the intricate tattoo. The design features a lifelike heartbeat line, elegantly rendered in dark ink, mirroring the rhythm of her own heart. The tattoo adds a touch of mystique to her appearance, symbolizing the vitality and passion that reside within her. As her heartbeat flutters beneath the inke