Sad Clown Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

I was not trusting him fully. I looked at his moon shaped tattoo right over his left ribs. It was a weird tattoo with some signs. It was a half moon but the signs over it made a whole circle like a full moon. It did not look like some artistic tattoo but it looked like it was made for a purpose like representing something and moreover those signs looked normal but weirdly carrying other meanings. He saw me staring at his tattoo. "Don't worry. I am not associated with some weird ass cult or anything." He said with a laugh.

"You wanna go?" I stared at the tattoo on his back. Until now, I still can't figure out what it meant. Maybe I should google translate it later. "Strong walls shake but never collapse," Cayden says as he sat beside me. "What?" "My tattoo, you idiot." He told me. "That's what it means." "Oh." That actually fits him. "I'm gonna go buy another drink." He told me. "You want anything?" "Just... buy me a cherry Fanta." He nods before walking away. I watched him walked away and to buy time, I thought I should start applying sunscreen on my arms.

As long as it wouldn't hurt anyone. I got Max's call after a few minutes. Walking away from the men who were mopping the floor, I took the call. “Any news?” “Yes, my alpha. The tattoo belonged to the men of the Scorpion Syndicate. That's their symbol mark. It's of a skull being pierced by an axe and an arrow prodding from its left eye. I can't be wrong about that.” “I see.”

I heard his voice in my head calling me Bird Dog and my laughing about his silly responses to my never answered question. A meager smile tugged at my lips. I turned my head to see signs of sadness on her face that mirrored my own. "What did that stupid tattoo mean?" Her brow creased in contemplation. "The Chinese symbol on his arm." Her laugh startled me. It broke through the rain and the gloom like a clap of thunder. "Oh, sweetie." She huffed out a cackle as though the mere thought of it made her want to roll her eyes. "It didn't mean a damn thing. The day he turned eighteen he insisted on getting a tattoo with his friends. He walked into the tattoo parlor and picked it off a wall. When I a

"It's fine, Chloe; these assholes think they will get away with hurting you, but that is not going to happen." A friend of Joey's noticed something the other guys had not known, the guy with the gun had a dollar sign tattooed on his neck. Tom, "let it go;" Jimmy had known that Joey came from a rural area with gangsters. Joey's upbringing was not easy, having a drug addict of a father. The tattoo was more than just an ordinary tattoo; it was a rank, "these guys have been in and out of prison, and the dollar sign was a ranking of twenty-six.

Sadie looked around and said, "Be patient. My brother texted me that he is rushing here now. He'll soon get here." "Beautiful lady, are you guys waiting for me?" At that time, two men in floral tank tops approached Sadie and Joy, smiling wickedly. One of them had dyed his hair blonde, while the other had a dragon tattoo on one of his arms. They emitted a frivolous aura. "Jojo, let's go," Sadie whispered to Joy before she held Joy's hand and was about to dodge them. It was better to stay away from that kind of people who wandered around.

I tried to look away but there was something that made my eyes go back to Nate's body, on his back he had a tattoo that covered all his skin, it was a tattoo of a wolf opening its jaws, it looked scary showing its fangs. -Ready-putting on a loose shirt. -I thought I saw a tattoo," I said, "I thought businessmen didn't like that kind of thing. What does it mean? -Well, the fact that I'm an entrepreneur doesn't mean that my young spirit died, on the contrary, I'm someone like anyone else, just a millionaire," he said. Once again I was not amused by his little jokes. -The meaning is that I identify myself with the wolf, for his tenacity, his power," he sat back in his chair.

“You are one funny kid. How could you even tell that?” My brows raised, “The guy shaking he was looking at those people up there,” my chin pointed to a huddle of people. “They are a cartel, right? If I wasn’t mistaken of the tattoos that elaborately adorn their bodies, there are from Santa Muertos. Which only means my guy owes them something and concludes my deduction but the way he was tapping his right foot.” I mimicked the motion the guy was doing. One Two. One. Two.One. Two. “Made it clearer, he’s someone's sister’s or daughter’s husband!” My tone hitched.

"Fany listen. If I told you to throw away all the doll collections, what would you do?" "Punch you." Typical. "Why don't you want to throw away your doll?" "What's wrong with collecting dolls?" said Fany. "They're funny, don't have a bad connotation. Unlike your stupid tattoo, it just makes you look like a gangster." "You're wrong," I replied. I hope he will understand. "A tattoo is an expression of art. It's a work. It's a passion that I have. If you want to get rid of this tattoo of mine, you have to be more than just a boyfriend."