San Judas Tattoo Small Novels & Stories

“Bigger than I planned, but it works. You want to look around?” I shook my head, my mind already made up. “Actually… I need you for something a little more personal.” Jaden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” I rolled up my sleeve, exposing my wrist. “I want a tattoo. Something meaningful.” He nodded, walking closer, eyes scanning me like he could read the story etched in my veins. “Go on.” I inhaled sharply. “I want my sister’s name—Luna—inked on my wrist. And… with an infinity symbol. Around it, connected. Something that… shows she’s always with me.”

Love him the best way I knew how. His hand found mine, squeezing it softly. "The ones on my knuckles," he said, his voice lightening, "are for my siblings. Liam, Sophia, me, Cillian, Sloan, Devlin, Keira." He pointed to each knuckle in turn, and I couldn't help but smile at the way his voice softened when he said their names. Family. It meant everything to him. My fingers traced the tattoo that stood out-his symbol. A flame. I knew that flame. I'd seen it before. "Saint Jude?" I whispered, barely able to breathe as the realization hit me.

Then he turns to me, opens his mouth as if to say something and looks at me, closing it again. Brown. His eyes are brown. A nice light brown, and his eyelashes are golden and long. His lips are red. His bruise more green than purple. "Hi," I greet him with a smile, mentally demanding myself not to stutter or get nervous by his pretty eyes, "I'm filling in for Fabiola for a while. Come in and sit down, so I can explain.” Judas stands there ignoring my words, still looking at me with a slight frown on his face.

"King Judas, you just scared my bunnies away." Dressed in an ankle-length, unbuttoned, loose black robe that revealed the grey tunic up to the abdomen—which would have exposed more undershirt if it were not for the charcoal sash securing around his waist—Judas's lips quirked up, forming a smile on the square face shape. The pairs of lava-red eyes, hidden beneath shoulder-length hair as dark as his outer attire, were fixed intently on the beauty before him. "It is a good thing, though, my princess. We can now talk privately with no disturbance," Judas replied with a big smile as if he considered the glare to be a cupid's arrow that shot straight into his heart.

I irritatingly mutter but he just presses his lips tightly to me. "You're not that talkative before" he mutters "Let me show you my tattoo" he whisper. I stop. So he's serious about getting undress first before I able to see his tattoo? "Eyes down here honey," he sexily utter "Here's my tattoo" I slowly look down and I saw him pointed the upper part of his waist. And there I saw his tattoo, a small crown with a written letter under it- Cosa Il Sovrano. The 'L' in the Cosa Il Sovrano was replaced by a knife. The font style is beautiful and it matches the font size.

Sure that Joshua had his eyes on her she felt her way around the remote and switched it on, then tuned into her favorite channel ID extra "I didn't know the blind watch TV too, its an amusing discovery." "I don't watch, i listen." she said feeling him getting closer and from the corner of her eye she could see the tray of food in his hands "Have your breakfast." he sneered placing the tray before her yet she could not help noticing the familiar tattoo a distance beneath his left shoulder, it was drawing of a rose. Immediately shaking off the stupid assumptions she lay her concentration back on Joshua. There was no way he could be Harris, or rather Kuda as she liked to call him, he was dead.

He drags Emily along with him and run as fast as they could. " Take that you mother fucker", the man spits, he wipes his mouth and run towards the tunnel he appeared from. When they are out of sight and safe in the tunnel, Lucas stares intensively at the man. He feels cautious of the man so his fingers hovers above the gun in his pocket. " Who are you?", Lucas asks. " Is that how you say thank you?", The man chuckles, he rubs his white beards and smile. " I am Judas but don't worry, I won't betray you", he jokes.

After decades of not absorbing Moon Goddess' power as she already stabilized, Stefano doubted Jay would have enough power to dispel the malicious energy in a short time. Jay smiled at him as he said, "Don't overthink. Just because it'd be difficult doesn't mean it's impossible." "Judah...." Jay stopped walking as soon as he heard that name. It had been a while since anyone called him by his real name. Because his identity was concealed, he was only known as Jay Bernard. Only the Moon Goddess and a selected few called him Judah. Stefano continued, "If you have the time soon, please visit Mother. You know she's very fond of you."

5ft gentleman with short hair and a gold ring on his middle finger with his initials on under that ring is his twenty-seven number tattoo. He wears sunglasses and a black suit and climbs out of the SUV. “Hey, Joshua and Tiffany,” he says, climbing out of the vehicle; “great to see you. Where is your mother?” “Hey, dad,” says Tiffany as she hugs her dad. He then glances over at the group of Americans. Who is surprised to see Lucifer in person? The world's most feared man? ”Joshua, are they giving you a hard time?”

Cole’s ‘just something small’ that won’t take long turns into a sleeve tattoo. He’s only getting a section done today, and so far it has taken two hours. That’s not counting the time it took to come up with the design together with the artist. Jude calls a little past eight. He’s gotten back home and is wondering where the hell we are. “Did he sell you to one of his shady contacts?” he asks when I pick up. “We are doing something,” is all I say, not wanting to ruin the surprise. “We’ll get back a bit later.”