San Judas Tattoo Small Novels & Stories

It was so small and nearly blended with his skin that I hadn’t noticed it before. “It’s an axe,” Kudaisi said, as if sensing my thoughts. Looking at it now the tattoo looked like an axe—an axe with a small handle. “The only reason why Busari helped me was because I am from the lost lineage of Sango the god of thunder, and Sango was his Protégé. He taught him magic.”

CJ said as he pulled her sister hand forth "What are you doing?? Jasmine asked looking confused Just then CJ drew three little star on her left wrist "Hey stop, let me take a look at that " she said as she looked at what CJ was holding.."I don't want a permanent tattoo " Jasmine yelled and CJ was Astonished "This one is permanent?? But what of the you use on your right wrist " "That one is temporary dummy, what am I going to do now?? The tattoo is not even equal and it looks ugly and what is with the dot here?? Jasmine frowned

Her hands tremble, the veins in them visible under the warm chandelier light. And Judas stands in the middle of the room, his suit jacket on the floor and his white shirt painted red. His hair is dishevelled, his tie missing, and there’s a cut along his jaw that looks half-healed, half-earned. But it’s not his blood. I know it instantly. He’s too still. Too composed in the chaos. As if sensing my presence, his sight freezes me. My stomach churns, bile burning my throat. I whisper, my voice cracking. “What… whose blood is that?”

He looked at me briefly then back at my hand that was holding onto his. The biggest and clearer of the tattoos was on the back of his palm. It was drawn with dark ink that stood out on his well tanned dark hands. At first it looked like a sun rising in the horizon and glazing over a field with details of how it shines around it in tiny well drawn marks, I soon realized it was the sea the sun was rising on and not heaps in a field. "Solem Orientem Ghe Mari" I called out the foreign words written right under the tattoo of the sun and the sea. It sounded Latin or was it Italian?

They practiced, took a break, and practiced some more. Aside from Cassiel's hot and steamy routine, she found something interesting. It was Zacharias' tattoo. It was a bit blurry in some of the videos. But in one of the clips, where Zacharias takes a look at the gifts, his left ring finger has a tattoo. It was like a permanent wedding band. It was a simple line around his finger that may seem subtle and lowkey. But if it’s on the left ring finger then it would send in a pretty obvious message.

Colt had the club and I have the tattoo shop. “Is there anything you guys can’t do?” Jasper asked shaking his head. Turning, I gave him a genuine smile. “I can’t pee standing up...” “Smartass.” Jasper muttered as Emmy busted up laughing.

Scar shouted before Jasmine disappeared into the room. ______________ Jasmine settled on the chair provided for her as she examined the different designs of tattoos on the walls, "Did you design all of these?" She asked pointing at the drawings as Alejandro turned around to look at what she was pointing at, "Yes, I did," he replied as Jasmine continued to admire the drawings in awe, "They're beautiful," she said as Alejandro chuckled before walking towards her with the materials to get started, "Thank you, so what would you like to get?" He asked as Jasmine lay back with a grin on her face, "I'd like to get a Japanese dragon with words at the end of its tail," she said as Alejandro looked at

The assistant drove Jasper home and passed by the tattoo studio. "Alright. You are not allowed to tell anyone." Jasper got out of the car and twisted the ring on his finger gloomily. "Young Master, do you really want to get a tattoo? It hurts to have a tattoo around the finger." The assistant tried to remind him. "Enough with the nonsense." Jasper warned him and gently took off the ring. "On the position of the ring, tattoo these words, ‘SP is my love’." Jasper was scared. He was afraid that he would wake up one day and really forget Summer.

I cross-checked the photo of Judas in the article with the one in the documents and realized they were one and the same. "Jackpot!"

Finally, I had second brother and treated him like my own brother, he said with joy. Atty. Nicdao, Mr. Jones and I, are best friends since then. One time, Mr. Jones invited us in a tattoo shop and said, "As a sign of our strong friendships, let's put a tattoo on our pulse." We went to the tattoo shop and followed Mr. Jones, the tattoo maker asked what sign we want to be painted in our pulse, Atty. Nicdao suggested an infinity sign. So, we agreed. I told them to put it on my left hand because I'm left-handed, they wanted to make it uniform so, they asked the tattoo maker to make the tattoo on their left hand too, he said reminiscing those days, he smiled. "I missed them"