Small Inner Bicep Tattoo Novels & Stories

"We’re out of here in ten minutes." It doesn’t take long to get the tattoo. Adis has a tattoo artist in the pack who has his own little place down by the tourist area, and we skip the line to go directly into the back room. The owner draws my ‘S’ freehand, as he has done it many times before. I choose to make mine a bit smaller and less flashy than the others. I also get a ‘B’ on the back of my neck, which gives me the same rights as a Beta. I hardly feel the pain; it is nothing compared to what I have endured in my life, both before and here in the underworld.

The bell above the tattoo shop door jingled as I pushed it open, my heart hammering against my ribs. I’d been thinking about this for months — finally getting ink on my breasts, something delicate and feminine to reclaim my body after a shitty breakup. The shop was called Ink & Skin, tucked into a quiet corner of the city with blacked-out windows and neon signs that hummed faintly. It was late afternoon, and the place was empty except for the artist behind the counter.

(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

That was all Abby could say. A woman who always has the ambition to be the best does not believe that the other person has a toned waist and a six-pack stomach. The triceps and biceps muscles are also clearly visible, thus adding to the manly impression of the man with blood type B. When looking at the chest, there is something interesting. There is a tattoo of a pair of black wings.

Lana, just breathe. The water got louder. My heart raced faster too. I raised my hand to rub my forehead, and then I stopped. There was something dark on my wrist. A mark. A form. Not dirt. Not a shadow. Not something that could be cleaned off. A tattoo. There is a small, neat, sharp black mark just below the thin skin on my wrist. A small shape that looks like a crescent with a line through it. I opened my mouth. I couldn't breathe.

I smiled and hugged the flowers as I look at my reflection in the mirror. I'm wearing a beige loose office blouse and a plain black trousers. My hair is short again, I don't know, I won't let her fall out now. Every year I get a haircut up to my neck. I tore it off and held it behind my ear. I saw my sparkling piercings greeting me. I also felt the metal on my tongue because I had already returned my tongue piercing. I also have a minimalist tattoo on the side of my left wrist. It's just a little cursive and italic Harrison's. I just got bored when I visited Brent’s studio the other day. And yes, Luke still did. He's smiling ear to ear while doing it. That brute.

Personally, this was the safest I had felt in years and I don't think I am ready to end the moment so soon. We had unconsciously fallen into a rhythm. He drew small circles on the side of my hip right where my only tattoo rested while I slowly trailed down his chest tracing the tattoo on his left bicep, where his own tattoos rested, but unlike me, he had two, he had gotten another one since the last time.

I refilled it and she took a long sip off the top before handing it back. "I'm Nico," she volunteered as I took a drink. "Thomas," I said as she took the mug from my hands. A black widow tattoo decorated the inside of her left wrist and another tattoo, green vines twisting and choking a broken clockwork, adorned her right bicep. I counted at least nine different piercings in her ears and eyebrow. She was short, almost a foot shorter than me, with a slight build. At first glance she appeared frail but I noticed the way the cords stood out on her arms as she randomly plucked textbooks off my shelf and thumbed through them before replacing them in the wrong location. "Nico's a unique name," I s

Things that would make me whimper. He reaches up, his bicep flexing as he pulls down two glasses. The movement makes his shirt ride up just enough to reveal a sliver of dark ink peeking out from under the fabric, a tattoo, something intricate, but I can’t make it out. My mouth goes dry.

I jumped when I heard someone closing the door to my right, I placed my hand on my heart while looking at the person walking inside. Arthur walked in while closing the door of the bathroom, a white fluffy towel was wrapped around his waist. It was hung so low that his glorious toned muscles and biceps, flat stomach and v-line were visible from where I was standing. I could see the long tattoo he had on the left side of his waist, I couldn't see what it was but I could see small sentences inked into his skin one after the other reaching from his waist to his underarm and ending up right beside his chest, he also had few butterflies tattooed on his left forearm.