Novel & Cerita Small Female Forearm Quote Tattoos

“I wish I had that kind of influence.” “Well, if it’s true... could you, I don’t know, ask him to be easy on me?” “I’m not seeing him, Tracy,” Arda said, her smile fading. Tracy nodded, seeming embarrassed. “Okay. See you around.” As Tracy nervously brushed the back of her hand over her forehead, Arda noticed something. Just under her thin- strapped bracelet on her inner wrist, a small sun-shaped mark caught her eye. “That’s an interesting tattoo,” Arda remarked, pointing at it.

He also said that there is a surprise waiting for us tomorrow. Darkness had fallen all over the forest and the sound of crickets echoed around the trees. A small breeze flew, tingling my skin. I looked down to see goosebumps rise on my arms and thighs. Yes, you heard that right. My thighs are bare. I also took the effort to put on makeup today and look good. My face was glowing and I felt like my heart was glowing too. Allu was ecstatic about getting her new tattoo. A small feather tattoo on her wrist. When I asked her the meaning, she had given me a sad smile before saying that she was fragile as a feather too. It baffled me how a strong person like her could be fragile.

She was upset that I didn't recognize her, and seemed deeply upset when I pushed her arms away and stared at her. Despite the simple black dress, the neckline was deep enough for the tattoo of his capital sin to be quite significant and easy to decipher. In the center of the small trunk was the image of a fat badger with his mouth wide open, where a small man fell into it. Around the animal, crosses, tombstones and flames spiralled over the woman's pale skin. The rest of the drawing was not noticeable enough for me to lose more than a few seconds staring, so I looked away when she also looked.

Pain wasn’t too bad there today, but if I wanted it to heal correctly, we’d have to be careful. “Got a tattoo last night,” I announced as I walked onto the mat in my tennis shoes and compression leggings. My tight white tank didn’t hide the bandaging too well, and Dante pointed at it. “What’d you get?” “Just a quote to add to some ink I already had.” I stretched my arms by pulling one close to my chest and then shaking it out before I did the same with the other. “Hope it’s inspiring.” Dante went through the same motions. “It’s either that or depressing.”

My little escape for the night to be with my number one rebel partner, Ben. I padded across the room toward my dresser, opening a jar of lotion. The subtle scent of vanilla filled the air as I trailed my fingers over my arms, rubbing the cream in absentmindedly. My gaze landed on the small mirror propped on the corner of the dresser, catching a glimpse of the intricate tattoo curling along my collarbone. The mark. My mark. With a soft smile, I turned to face the mirror more fully, letting the towel slip just enough to reveal the dark, swirling design etched into my skin. I traced the lines with my fingertip, marveling at how something so permanent could appear so delicate.

“Th-that’s it. It’s perfect.” He pulls a marker out and holds my hand. “Start with the point of the blade here?” “Yeah.” He flicks the blue marker on my skin close to my wrist. “End of the blade here?” He holds the marker close to my skin. “Longer.” I nod as he slides the marker up my arm. “Right there.” He flicks the marker again, then draws a circle. “Then the rose will be about here.” “Perfect.” “Leni, you sure you want a tattoo that size on your forearm? It’s pretty big.”

“And when do you suppose we do this? What are you thinking of getting?” “Hmmm,” Ostana hummed and I could picture her brows drawn together in thought, finger tapping her chin, and the million of tattooing ideas sprouting; Ostana was quite crazy, so I had no doubt in my mind she’d want to go full out - a back tattoo or maybe a full sleeve to start her tattooing experience. “If we do this,” I suddenly spoke, fixing a strand of my hair. “I want something small, Ana.” “Yeah, yeah prude,” Ostana joked and I cracked a smile. “But I’m thinking of something bold and Asian- Oh! Maybe I’ll get a sleeve, but on my leg instead of my arm… Laker will think it’s hot as fuck.”

“Yannick saw the kids born from those women as assets. The boys would go on to become his boeviki, and the girls … Well, we had other uses.” We? Did she just say we? My eyes widen as I hold my breath. She straightens up, advancing on me with purpose. I start to stand, but she’s faster. She kneels in front of me, ripping open her jacket and shirt to expose the skin on her right shoulder. Pressed into it is a tattoo of a fox sitting on its haunches. Its black body is surrounded by thick, detailed chains. One look, and I can tell that the tattoo has been there for a long time.

“I am the view.” I took a deep breath. “Oh, Ericka, I’m not playing games with you.” She winked. “But I am.” Then she sighed, her tone suddenly casual. “Anyway, I just wanted to remind you about our deal, in case you forgot. Bye, Audrey…” She turned her back and walked away like a runway model. Only now did I notice the tattoo on her arm. Since her hair was tied back and her dress was completely open at the back, it was easy to see, an intricate flowery design with something written in delicate cursive.

I’m stronger than this. The tattoo on my thigh peeks out from the slit of my dress. A lioness emerging from the thorns, a symbol of strength, confidence, independence, perseverance, power. A reminder of who I am despite my shortcomings and mistakes. And then the trinket of my bracelet catches my eye. The one my dad gave to me years ago that I pretty much never take off even though one of the charms are very sharp I had even cut myself before, enough to draw blood. My eyes flick up to meet Andreas’ once more as I loosen my grip on Demetrius. Without another word, I move towards Andreas’ extended hand.