Solo Leveling Tattoo Novels & Stories

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

He smiled widely at her, and Loreen couldn't help but raise her brow. "All right," Loreen folded her arms and took a deep breath. "Well, I just want a nice and cool tattoo." "Mhmm..." The tattooist nodded his head and grinned at Loreen. "Well, we do full-body tattoos, upper body tattoos, arms, and so on." He looked at her with a friendly smile on his face. "Which do you want?" "Upper body." Her lips formed a half-smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Great." The tattooist clapped his hands together. "Please follow me." He gestured her into a private room and shut the door behind them. Loreen's eyes scrutinized the area, and she took a seat on a backless seat in front of a huge mirror.

Lug Nut Watching Ailee get marked was a dream come true. Just one more step to making her all mine. The last thing is getting my ring on her finger. And that isn’t very far off. Six months isn’t long compared to the lifetime we are going to spend together. I’m not paying attention to Mick. The guy working on my tattoo. He has done some of my work before so I’m not worried. My eyes are glued to Tank and Ailee. Not that I don’t trust him. I trust the man with my life and my girl. I just like seeing Ailee’s tattoo come to life. Merigold has customized all the tattoos for the ol’e ladies but this one Ailee put in her thoughts as well. Most ol’e ladies have the tattoo on their back or chest. Not

It’s like a really faint tattoo without the ink. I shut the water off so I can look at it closely. It’s an infinity mark with a single vertical band running around the middle, and two dots on both ends of the band.

Many of them were just lying down at the back so they would not participate and so we won't notice them when they walk away to their homes and begun their daily activities without a prayer of guidance to Selene which was said while everyone was down in their knees facing the sunrise and in the evenings, we say it facing the sunset. “Done!” Shane said getting up and taking off his shirt showing properly tanned skin layered with his abs and the muscles on his arms were designed with tattoos that meant many things. There was a tattoo of his mate whom he had just gotten a back view of her when he first met her, she was Hispanic so he'd told the tattoo artist to draw a girl's head - the backview

“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.

He looked at me briefly then back at my hand that was holding onto his. The biggest and clearer of the tattoos was on the back of his palm. It was drawn with dark ink that stood out on his well tanned dark hands. At first it looked like a sun rising in the horizon and glazing over a field with details of how it shines around it in tiny well drawn marks, I soon realized it was the sea the sun was rising on and not heaps in a field. "Solem Orientem Ghe Mari" I called out the foreign words written right under the tattoo of the sun and the sea. It sounded Latin or was it Italian?

he mouthed. The tattoo on my throat warmed like a small sun. I sang, not loud, not long, just enough to wake the names the house knew. Harper, Jacob, Hazel, Joel and Lily. Home, sun and pancakes. Sable’s page curled a second, then flattened like a cat turning its face from your hand. Behind her smile, hunger prowled. Boots and breath. The old scent that sat like dust in my throat. Joel stepped into the light at my left and didn’t look away from our parents. The moon painted his new tattoo like it had been waiting to meet it.

“Pick a number between one and fifty.” “Forty-nine,” Blaze answers and the three share a look. Liviana shrugs at the two. “Forty-nine, then?” Leona repeats the number through a mumble, scrolling until she finds the number and the goal beside it. “Get a tattoo.” She reads. Blaze and Armani couldn’t help but laugh. “You? Getting a tattoo?” Blaze asks, a look of judgement in his eyes as he runs them over her form. “I don’t think so.”

And more than anything in the world I want her lips to be there on my neck instead of her eyes. She can see it! That’s just a drop in the ocean! My entire torso and arms are covered with works of art. If she has a tattoo, then she’s into that kind of thing and will appreciate it. Another plus point! “Why a panther?” I ask, and the girl thinks for a moment. “Well, when Kirill’s father left us, I got this tattoo as a reminder that I’m alone in this world now and have to stand on my own.” “But you’re not alone. You have a wonderful son,” I look at the beauty gently.