Small Cute Virgo Tattoos Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Where's your evidence? And where's why you can identify her?" Liam points at her right hand that's barely covered by the white clothe. "That small upside down cross tattoo over there." "A lot of people have tattoos there, same tattoo at the same exact spot. What makes her different?" "This..." He pulls up his own turtle neck sleeve and shoes the doctor the same exact tattoo on his own wrist. Ivy looked on, shocked because she has never seen the tattoo before. "You see this mark here? It looks like an upside down cross to every other simple minded person but what it actually is a kite." He flicks his wrist around to his own point of view and they see it. "We had a master tattoo master do it

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

I reached up to his collar and he nodded with a smile. I revealed a stunning tattoo-like mark on Rick's neck, featuring two wolves facing each other with a full moon in the background and Teaghan's name scripted beneath it. Victor congratulated him and I felt his happiness and pride, mixed with a hint of envy. Rick thanked Victor and hugged Teaghan, whose mark was the same as Rick's, but with Merrick's name beneath the wolves. “I am so excited for you! You deserve each other. I’m glad it’s you, you’ll be an amazing Luna!” I hugged her tight and I could feel her emotions all over the place.

"This ritual involves the binding of your spirit to the pack. It’s a sacred tradition that signifies your commitment and connection to everyone here. You will receive a mark, a tattoo that symbolizes your bond with us." She produced a small vial of ink and a delicate, ornate needle. "This tattoo will be placed on your left wrist. It’s a representation of our pack’s symbol—a crescent moon intertwined with a wolf’s head. The ink is mixed with the essence of our ancestors, binding you to our lineage. But it won't be visible to anyone who is not a part of our pack." I held out my wrist, feeling a mixture of anticipation and reverence. As Sophia began to work, I winced slightly at the sting of th

“Reagan can be a dick. Yes, most people who work closely with us know of our bonds. You’ll understand more when you meet my parents.” “I hope they don’t think I am as stupid as I feel.” I replied too honestly. “You are not stupid Miss. We keep these secrets for reasons.” Reagan replied gently with half a smile. “I appreciate that.” 7 Days later… I paced around the living room of my little guest house I called home. I glanced down at my watch before staring at the tattoo drawn around my wrist. Twisting my arm around looking at the beautiful artwork. A dragon’s tail, around an inch in width, wrapped around my wrist. The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if t

Violet stared down at her feet, “It's not that I don't dare to wear the dress. If it were the old me, i'd definitely flaunt the dress. But my scars..” “Embrace it. They're beautiful. They look like tattoo marks that were carefully carved out and painted to link another lovely pair of lightning marks.” Violet blushed. She had lightning marks that were evident in her inner thighs. They weren't as dark or blue as the other marks. The lightning marks were white, imprinted on her legs. She saw it as a flaw along with the other marks on her body but the healer saw it as beauty. It was quite flattering. But today, she wasn't quite ready so she wore leggings underneath the dress along with a pair of

I tried and failed to pluck it from her hands as she swatted my hand away, clutching it to her chest like it was a real little girl, not a picture of a dead one. “Yes, I'm sure. Violet has this little star shaped birthmark on her arm. The girl in the picture doesn't have that.” She sobbed softly. Glancing down at my arm, I frowned. A star shaped birthmark? Like the one covered by my tattoos? I couldn't think of the repercussions of that little remark now. “Then why are you crying, Iris? It isn't your baby...” “Because it's someone’s little girl, Cyber. Someone is out there, and...”