Seventy Times Seven Tattoo Novels & Stories

I look up at him with my brow raised. It takes me a second to realize what he is talking about. "Actually he is right but we need more light." I say. Viper pulls out his phone and turns on his flashlight. I turn my back to Casper and Vice. I reach back and pull my hair out of the way and reveal my tattoo. Viper hovers his phone over my shoulder." That is one of mine as well. Only seven like it in the world" Viper

I bow my head, pretend to focus on the screen. "You were staring," he says in a low, amused voice. He leans against my desk, arms crossed, towering over me. "My tattoos interest you?" I shake my head, too quickly. "No, I… it's nothing." He chuckles softly. "Liar." He pulls up the left sleeve of his t‑shirt, revealing more of the raven and other symbols: a miniature cathedral, eight‑pointed stars, Cyrillic numbers. "Every design has a story. The raven… it's for memory. For those we've lost, but never forget. The stars are rank. The cathedral… the faith you keep even when everything else goes to hell."

He sits on the working table, hanging both his legs to the floor. He took off his shirt and lift his hand motioned me to come to him. I'm in awe right now, cause he had a great body, and what I observed is, he had a tattoo on his right shoulder muscle. It seems like a round shape with dots and swirling hurricane shape. I can't see that clearly, cause I'm not near to him and besides the light shadow is dominating his right hand. I stand there, contemplating to go to him or not, my face is flushed and becomes red I'm sure. Cause the view in front of me is very hot, hotter than a volcano, and I'm melting in this lava .

I inwardly murmured to myself. Ethan had a tattoo on his back. Right across his shoulders were medium- sized horizontal wings. They looked a little Goth and almost Greco-Roman in their black inked starkness. I loved the quote underneath the wings. No more yielding but a dream. I saw it in the shower when he turned to get the soap.

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

When he spotted me standing at the fork in the road, he frowned in confusion. "Caroline, weren't you supposed to wait for me at the foot of the mountain? We were going to get our marriage license tomorrow. It won't be easy making another trip down now that you've come back." I lowered my head and looked at my heels, where the skin had been rubbed raw from all the climbing. He was right. It hadn't been easy. For the sake of a single promise from him, I had gone down the mountain and back up seven times. I fought back the sting in my nose. "Today. We agreed to get our marriage license today."

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

I hear Tatum say. "Yes it is." I say as I continue looking up at the sky. " I wasn't talking about the moon." I hear Tatum whisper in my ear. I instantly feel my heart start to race. I look down and quickly move to the side and turn around. I look at Tatum suddenly realizing he's shirtless. The tattoo that always peeks out above his suit collar spans down his neck to his shoulder, chest, and side. Its beautiful tribal design holds many details as the lines cross over in every direction. I suddenly realize I'm staring and feel my cheeks flush.

The water hits my back at just the right temperature and I move my hand over my back but then I move my hand to my wrist. I look at it with a sad smile on my face when I see the tattoo I'd gotten. It is an infinity tatoo , in the infinity are two butterflies on either side each one representing the each family member I lost . And the only one I had well that was until my uncle and aunt lived with me in ghe mansion and treated me like their own.

Maybe this time, he would listen. I swallowed hard and forced myself to meet his eyes. “When Uncle Adam’s guard came in to help Grandpa… I noticed something.” He sat up in alert. “What?” My fingers trembled slightly in his grasp. “On his hand. When he reached to adjust the wheelchair, I saw a tattoo. A diamond shape… with the number seven inside. Like a playing card.” Cole frowned in confusion. “A tattoo?” “Yes,” I nodded. “And the moment I saw it, I remembered something. That night… during the accident. The first man who pointed a gun at me before the second one shot him. He had… a similar tattoo.”