Spine Tattoos Quotes Novels & Stories

he said as I continued to space out. “And what does Giovanni do when he wants to let something go?” I asked as on cue, Giovanni appeared at the door frame, “I don’t just let go,” he replied as I frown, “What do you mean?” I asked as he crossed his arms, “Unlike my brother, I have an obsession with tattoos, they tell a story and it’s permanent, so whatever I went through, I embrace it, learn from it, get strength from it, then paint it on my canvas to remember how strong of a person I am, flexibility,” he said before turning his back towards me, lifting his shirt to reveal a spine tattoo on his spine. “That’s deep,” I said as he turned back around, “And you look hot,” he said as I looked at t

Ruined. The tattoo on the base of my spine weighs heavy and I want the skin ripped clean off. It wasn’t any different. Zefiro isn’t any different. If anything, he’s the worst. I’ve been taken by many, but none of them, at least, wrote their name into my skin permanently. I’m trembling, breaking inside, piece apart from piece, and nothing I say to myself sinks in. The sob that rips from my throat is guttural, the tight leash I’ve kept on my heart snapped.

" Wait what?? You have a tat?...ooh I didn't know you're a bad girl under the good girl exterior, where is it?" Adrian asks clearly astonished, what is it with people getting shocked that I have a tattoo. You would think it's a taboo. " It's on her spine, didn't you see it?" Asher asks him and I am shocked that he even noticed it given he was aloof, I am even more shocked at how deep his voice is. I think this is the first time I've heard him speak. " I'm still waiting Bri"

Satisfied, I grabbed the heavy white towel from the nearby rack, draped it over my arm, and leaped slowly back over to the edge of the steaming marble tub. I carefully lowered my bruised body down, sitting directly on the wide, warm marble edge right behind his massive back. Now that I was sitting so close to his bare skin, the thick steam cleared for a brief second, and I noticed something that made my eyes widen in surprise. The massive, intricate tattoo covering his spine wasn't just a random pattern; it was a highly detailed portrait of a beautiful woman. However, because of the dark bullet holes and the swirling water, I could not get a clear look at her facial features.

She wrapped her hand around his thick vein covered shaft and there was a gap between her finger tips of about two inches! "I've heard that one before," he said as he stripped off his t shirt. His chest and abs were chiseled, and he had a large tattoo across his chest that said "SPIKE." I was trying to yell through my gag, but "George" just turned and pointed the pistol at me and told me to shut up. I was going crazy. I couldn't let this man fuck my helpless wife. I didn't know what to do, but after a couple more threats I resigned myself and became quiet.

I sat down on the chair. “There is still time to give up. “ " No! I want to do it...” I explained how I wanted the tattoo, which was the sea like Cacun and would have two men facing away from each other. Jackson looked at me in surprise as he understood what it meant. The two men with their backs turned were the two of us. “Luke”

V GOD! His chest is a-fucking-mazing! I won't be mad if he never wears another shirt. GASPS! O.M.G! Did he really..? "You got my name tattooed on you?!" I excitedly shriek. He has 'MY KEYA' tattooed on his abs in Old English font. Curved kinda like how Tupac has 'Thug Life' tattooed on his abs! Wow he must be really crazy about me! I am starting to fall for this guy, hard!

'He is a healer, and I guess when you live to his age you won't let anyone talk you out of what you want to do. Elijah noticed a teeth mark tattoo on Sabu's arm. Peter put his hand on Elijah's shoulder and mouthed "no" to him. Peter had a large thin tattoo going down his back in a line that looked like a sword wound. As Elijah looked around at the other four men he realized they all had various tattoos. Sabu had multiple small black lines crisscrossing on his shoulder blades. Heinrich had a German word on his back that had multiple cut scars through it.

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

“But it’s more painful to work over the spine. The shoulder would be more comfortable.” I chew on my lip, considering it. I mean, I’ve just spent two weeks being broken, drowned, electrocuted and poisoned. Surely, I can’t balk at a tattoo? “Can you draw it out in the size you think would look best, with the runes worked in, and then we can, see?” I ask. “Absolutely. Give me about ten minutes.”