San Judas Tattoo Small Novels & Stories

“Since when do you voluntarily share me on our dates?” Jude just grinned, one sharp canine pressing down into his lip. He leaned lazily against the back of the Jeep, black hair tousled from the wind, scar catching in the light. The sun highlighted the swatches of ink along his arms. I itched to peel his shirt back and see the newest addition to his collection—the dove tattooed right over his heart. My dove. “Coven bonding,” he replied.

It’s pathetic, I know, but in my mind, I’ve always been his and to be with someone else just felt wrong. I run my fingers over his newest tattoo. It’s a beautiful tattoo on his forearm of a Quetzal with long vibrant tail feathers. Every trip he goes on that he really enjoys, he gets a tattoo to commemorate it. This latest one was from his trip to Costa Rica where he went bungee jumping. My favorite is the one from our trip. He took me with him to a ski lodge last year and taught me how to snowboard. There had been this beautiful barn owl that seemed to follow us around. He’d perch on the branch of a tree and watch as I mostly fell on my ass. When we’d gotten back, Justin had gotten a tattoo

Tattoos cover every inch of visible skin on display. Jude stands in front of our car, facing them. He looks calm, like this entire ordeal unfazed him. The stoutest of the three stops a few metres away. “Fancy seeing you in this part of town. Long way from your manor.” He says, looking Jude over with disdain. Jude says nothing. The second man steps up beside the first. “Nothing personal, Martinez. We worked well together. But Lotus says you are done.” Lotus? For some the reason, the name rings in my name. I tuck it into the back my mind for later and keep watching.

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

Said the man who saw me just a few hours ago. He pulled me into a hug, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he said, his eyes shining with love. After much deliberation, Jason finally found the tattoo he wanted us to get – a small Cupid tattoo. I smiled at the choice, thinking it was cute and romantic. But then he dropped the bombshell – he wanted the tattoo to be on my pussy. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was comfortable with such an intimate placement. But then he said he was getting the same tattoo on his butt, and I figured it was only fair.

His entire right arm is covered in tattoos, the artwork dense and dark and swirling all the way up to his shoulder. His arms and abs and chest are all clearly defined, but he’s not so muscular that he’s bulky or big. His skin is golden and smooth, all soft against hard muscle, and his waist is impossibly slender compared to his broad shoulders. His shorts are riding perilously low, slipping down even further as he raises up his arms again to adjust his ponytail, tightening it. Addison has forgotten how to speak. She lets her eyes roam lower. Just for a moment. And that’s when she sees it—a large tattoo on Javan’s right thigh, the bottom edge of it just barely peeking out from beneath his swi

Seeing the sparkling joy in Ives's Caribbean eyes, Judas gently smiled and asked, "Do you like it?" "Yes, teacher." Ives said smiling and nodding his head. Judas then told Ives to sit on the small mat at the study table and sat on the next side of the table. There were different books, pens and ink on the table which were arranged properly. "How old are you?" Judas asked. "I am 19 but I'll be 20 soon." "Hm okay, then tell me what have you studied about medicine till now." "I have studied basic things like how to prepare medicines for some poisons, deep cuts or wounds caused by wild animals and some minor treatments."

I say, feeling betrayed. Damn! Did one of mine betray me? " You think? But who could have allied with them? " Guilhermino asks thoughtfully, making a strange face. "Does anyone here have a spider tattoo on their shoulder?" He immediately looks at me confused. " Which is? Spider tattoo, what the fuck? I shrug it off, downing more shots of whiskey. " I remember one of the men is shirtless and has this tattoo, maybe it's someone from here." I clarify, pouring myself more of the amber drink.

Chad remained silent, waiting for the right time to react. A tattoo bearing the surname 'Stanson' seemed to be branded on his back, confirming Chad’s suspicion further. But did he need to do this? He glanced towards Jade. She was still sound asleep, showing no signs of waking. Just then, Levi Stanson whisked off his scarf, providing Chad a clear view of his facial features. He was incredibly handsome, albeit that a long scar extended from his cheek to below his chin. Could that be the reason he hadn’t wanted to appear before Jade directly? Chad wondered.

The half tattoo is faded, but there’s just enough of it left that I’m able to make out the letters written in cursive and divided from the top half. J.A It doesn’t take me long enough to figure out that the words—or what’s left of it— are initials. One that once stood for Jey and Anthony. It’s that obvious. What I see on his once full finger is a ring. Branded into flesh. The kind you don’t slip on or off or lose—but bleed through. My hand trembles slightly as I reach for his. I gently trace the edge of the scar with my fingertip. Light and careful, like it might vanish if I touch it too hard.