Small Female Forearm Quote Tattoos Novels & Stories

"Drop your hands, Riley. I want to see what's mine." A whimper broke free from her lips. She raised her chin and glared at him, but thrust her hands down to her side, exposing her breasts. She forced herself to watch him as his gaze roved over her pale, full, pink-tipped breasts. She wondered what he thought of the quote tattoo scrawled along her ribcage just under her left breast: "Life ain't always beautiful, but it's a beautiful ride." It was something her dad used to say. She'd gotten the tattoo done shortly after his death.

Like the weird kind of staring that makes you feel like you have something on your face or something in your teeth. “What are you all staring at?” I query. Rian snaps out of whatever fucking trance he’s in and is by my side looking at me weird too. "Baby, when did you get a tattoo on your arm?" Huh? I look down to see what looks like a tattoo on my right forearm of what looks like a sword covered in vines. It's beautiful and intricately done. "Huh, well it looks like this is the blessing from the Goddesses," I murmur.

A delicate septum ring adorned her nose while she had scary tattoos all over her arms and legs, going under her t-shirt. Jasmine tried to sit straight, but a sharp, stabbing pain shot through her limbs like a dagger. Tbc....

(You act like I can't take care of myself plus I have an assassin with me) "It's still no," he says "I'm going to get ready you better not leave without me," he says and walks upstairs while the guys to the same. "He does realize were going to do that anyway right," Rae says I shrug my shoulders to her and we walk to my car and hop in to get Nova soon we've picked her up and were at the tattoo parlor give the tattoo artist our ideas except Nov. I decide on a rose on my under boob, butterfly's on the bottom of my thumb bone, a sleeve of flowers on my arm, and a heart on my inner wrist. Rae got the same inner heart as me, but she also got an arm sleeve that had a lion with blue eyes and flower

It was as if the feather held a secret, waiting to be unraveled. My hands clenched on my lap, so that I didn’t involuntary reach out to touch her. I didn’t want to startle her, but with every movement, her supple breasts bounced a little, making me bite my lips. I think Gabby was doing it intentionally as well, getting a kick out of just how aroused I felt. And aroused I was…especially when I had to clench my thighs together, a tingle of heat shooting to the apex of my thighs. Moving on, she pointed to the second tattoo on her waist, just under the waistband of her shorts, a bold declaration that read, "Never be Ashamed of Who you Are." The words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but wo

I asked as she came closer. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” she said, rubbing her hands down her leggings. I turned and got boxing tape from my bag. I turned back to her and took her hands to wrap. “Where did you get the tattoos?” she asked as I wrapped her hands. “The one on my left wrist is a line from a book, the one on my right wrist is given to my beta and third in command, the one on my shoulder is a matching one with my sisters, and the one on my back is from my wolf,” I answered, finishing wrapping her left hand.

I will go back every time until I meet my mate or even a vampire who is looking for the same kind of love I'm looking for. I put dangly diamond earrings in and two golden bangles on my left wrist. My hair is in a beautiful updo with a few strands framing my face. I apply mascara and red matte lipstick that will last through the night, but nothing else because I don't want to hide too many natural features. I slide my dress on and zip it up in the back before checking myself over. The sweetheart neckline shows just enough cleavage to be sexy but not enough to scream desperation. My tattoo written in cursive across my collarbone is showing. My mom was angry when I got it. Not because I was mar

He smiled when he saw her. “You must be Clara,” he said, voice low and steady. “Ready for your first tattoo?” She nodded, standing up. “Yeah. I think so.” He led her to his station in the back. “First time is always a little scary. We’ll take it slow. What are we doing today?” Clara showed him the small design on her phone — a simple crescent moon with delicate stars. “I want it on my wrist. Something small but meaningful.” Ronan studied it. “I like it. It’ll look good on you.” He prepared his station and had her sit in the chair. “You can change your mind at any time. No pressure.”

She was playing with a small wooden toy, her giggles filling the space. “Good morning, little one,” I said, crouching down in front of her. Her big eyes lit up, and she let out a delighted squeal, reaching out to grab my finger with her tiny hand. I chuckled softly, but the moment was short-lived. A sharp sting shot through my hand. “Ow,” I muttered, pulling back slightly. My eyes fell on my wrist. A half-moon tattoo had appeared, faint but distinct, as if burned into my skin. I froze, my mind racing.

Said the girl on the other end of the phone, who is one of my trustees in Japan. "Pavi, I need you to find all information about this person and this Logo, and when I say all, you know what I mean." I told her as I emailed her all the details. "Yeah, I know, hmmm about Argon Socherberg? Who exactly is this man? He also has a tattoo on his face, is this the new trend? This logo, it’s the same with your tattoo right?" she wondered. "Is there any pending mission there?" I asked lazily as I sat in my swivel chair, ignoring her questions.