Storyline Tattoos Novels & Stories

I was talking to him but it was more like I was trying to get some senses in myself. "You have beautiful tattoos." I continued as I ran my finger on his left arm that is covered in ink, before moving up to his shoulder, neck and then southward to his chest. "Someday I would love to hear the stories behind them." They looked like they had a story to tell. Because they didn't have a context, however, after everything was put together, they turned into a masterpiece. An eagle, a rose, some directions.. I was curious about them. "You just said that you are tired. Get some rest." He got up abruptly and was about to leave when I held his hand and stopped him.

“Two long tears. Both eyes.” The tattooist looked up from his tools, his expression grim. “You realize what you’re asking for? This isn’t just any tattoo. It marks you as part of a violent group. Step into River, and you’ll be arrested on sight. Worse, your soul will be bound to hers. If she dies, especially by your hand, your soul shatters into fragments. You’ll be left a husk—a mindless, broken shell. Are you sure about this?” In the corner, Argent leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, her silver braids reflecting the dim light as she formed a heart with her hands.

Kashi Implored me not to interfere, she removed the wedding chain from her hand and tossed it on his face. "How could you be such a bloody, liar," The bangles on Kashi's hand made noises as she complained to him. Sameer on the other hand didn't bother to care. He pulled Kashi off and right there, screamed to her face. "Yes I am a liar, but don't blame me, I am a man and I make mistake,". The galand round his neck was pulled off. Kashi was left shocked. She couldn't say anything else, other than to stare...

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

I said as he took the bowl before wolfing it down. “Woah there tiger,” I giggled as he set the bowl aside, “Where do you want this tattoo?” He asked as I bite my lip, “On my back,” I replied as he raised his eyebrows, “Okay, and what have you decided on getting?” He asked, causing a smile to appear on my lips, “I was thinking of getting a blossom branch with the word rebirth in Chinese on my side,” I explained causing his eyebrows to raise once again.

Marco’s POV Her eyes seemed to sparkle with a mix of curiosity and nostalgia. "Ah, the tattoos," she mused. "They've been a subject of intrigue for many years. Passed down through generations, their meaning has always been shrouded in mystery. Some say they hold a connection to our ancestors, a symbol of our heritage. Others believe they are a mark of great significance, tied to a prophecy yet to be unveiled." Her words sent a surge of excitement through me. It was a glimmer of information, a thread to follow in unraveling the secrets behind the tattoos. "Have you ever heard of anyone who could shed more light on their significance? Perhaps an elder or a storyteller?"

chest rising in a calm rhythm like he was meditating, not surrounded by criminals. Speaking of his tattoos, he's got the weirdest tats I have seen on any guy. His back bore the most outrageous tattoos in the history of tattoos. His back looked like someone had lost a wrestling match with a possessed octopus holding a tattoo gun. From shoulder to shoulder, the ink sprawled like a chaotic crime scene—tribal swirls, demonic curls, and angry squiggles that might’ve once meant something, but now just screamed, “I don’t pay taxes and I bite.”

The tattoo artist asked Julie Williams what design she wanted. Julie turned to me with a faint smile on her face. “What did Annie choose? Maybe I’ll borrow some inspiration from her.” I remained silent. Zach Cross answered for me. “Give her the rose.” The tattoo artist froze for a moment. The tattoo pen in his hand hovered over the stencil. “Mr. Zach, that design was custom-made for Miss Annie. By tradition, the Godmother’s tattoo can only be placed on—”

Tyler said "Good thing I'm not Becca" Fiona smirked "We are actually here to get Couples tattoo" She said, adding emphasis on Couple, hopefully Tyler gets the message and shuts his mouth "Do you have any design? At that question, Tyler got into work mode "Yes, Do you have any inscriptions in mind?" He asked showing us our seats "Always and Forever" I said intertwining I and Vanilla's hand Tyler looked shocked, but he does his best at keeping his babbling hole shut "Okay" He said surfing through his stuff. Soon, he brought out four different designs