Small Bluebird Tattoo Novels & Stories

I placed my hands on his chest to steady myself, bouncing slightly on his thighs, stifling a small moan when I felt his shaft harden behind my ass crack. “What about this one?” I leaned forward, squinting at a tattoo I hadn’t noticed before. It looked like a bird… or a dead bird, etched under his bicep. The ink was rough and fuzzy, like it had been done in a rush… no like it was done by a toddler. Adrian glanced at it, then quickly looked away. I didn’t miss the slight expression that flashed across his face. “It’s nothing,” he responded too fast. I leaned closer, mouthing the words written beneath it.

I don't know if he has tattoos on his back and chest but as much I have seen only his right arm is tattooed and his left arm is free of them. My eyes fell in a the tattoo of a tiny bird. It was small maybe part of a different tattoo but the detailing was impressive. The wings were huge, twice the size of the bird. The way her beak was pointed and the curve of her neck was draw, it amazed me. The only thing I could say was that it had magnificent detailing. "When you got this tattoo made?", I asked while tracing it. "The bird?", he asked. "Yeah.", I said. "It is a phoenix. I got it made after I say Amber. You named her after fire so I thought getting a phoenix made would be the right thing.",

His body doesn’t seem like a nineteen-year-old high schooler but they look like someone who is just matured enough. I can see his back inked with the beautiful pair of doves sitting on a tree. With his personality, it looks absolutely absurd to see him with tattoos of the dove. Aren’t the dove the peace-loving birds? Why would be they inked on a guy who hates the peace and always want violence in his life?

Our shower included some teasing, but we knew that we would be stuck inside all day if I impaled her again. There was no training today, and Dante sent a text asking us to come to his room once we woke up. Perhaps Khalid squealed and gave up all his secrets. “Oh my! Look at the mark,” Brynn said excitedly, showing off the healed mark on her neck. It was a gorgeous blue orchid nestled inside a crescent moon. The detail was phenomenal. There were some symbols in it, but I was not certain of their meaning. “Blue Orchids are associated with power, peace, and uniqueness. Those three qualities definitely fit you,” I said, placing a loving kiss on the mark.

" Devon was still in disbelief, his eyes as wide as they could be. The fact that Bienley had gone and gotten himself a tattoo was mind-blowing enough, but it was no ordinary tattoo. There, on Bienley's back, was a masterpiece. Their names, "Bienley" and "Devon", were intricately etched, as if they were part of a beautiful, ethereal story. And woven around them was a delicate string of feathers, each one seemingly fluttering in a gentle breeze, as if carrying their love on its wings.

“I’m going to put something on now!” “Nice tattoo, Aldo!” Adia teases. Yeah I have a tattoo on my ribcage, no one really sees it unless they see me shirtless. Nova hasn’t said anything, but I doubt my tattoo is the first thing on their mind. It’s a flaming phoenix . Knowing I was the only survivor of the crash that killed my parents and maternal grandparents makes me feel a bit like a phoenix. I’ll need a purple butterfly over my heart, for Nova.

Because if I had come this far, if I could survive what I'd survived and still find a way to smile, then maybe, just maybe, I could learn to survive this too. A sharp pulse bloomed on my forehead. My hand shot up instinctively, pressing against the familiar spot of the tattoo, the one I thought was nothing more than a mysterious mark of fate. It wasn't pain exactly, but it was... throb. I blinked at my reflection, tilting my head slightly. Did I imagine it? That faint flicker of.... There. Again. My breath caught. A glow. Deep blue. Subtle at first, like moonlight slipping behind clouds, but then grew bolder, brighter, and undeniable. It shimmered just beneath the surface of my skin.

He trailed off, his eyes darkening slightly. The conversation paused as I glanced at Bryon. He is very easygoing, and with a perpetual smirk that made it hard to take him seriously sometimes. But now, my gaze caught on the large phoenix tattoo that stretched across the left side of his chest. Wow I blinked. I haven’t seen Bryon shirtless before, but he didn’t seem like the type to have a tattoo, let alone one so big. It was a large phoenix, and the drawing was detailed, its wings stretched as if mid-flight with orange flames licking at its tail feathers.

ACE. My Little Bird has remained silent during the drive home. Many times, I wanted to pull over and wrap my large arms around her body and whisper in her ear that everything would be okay and that I vow, our tomorrow is promised. But being out in the open, I couldn’t risk it for I don’t know how many, or worse, who it is that wants us dead. I know I have pissed off Theodore Drakos, The Serbs and for all I know, Olivia Black could be behind the hit.

“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.