Novel & Cerita Strawberry Vine Tattoo

I'd effortlessly paint her body and miss no single spot. My gaze trail up the array of roses that line her left leg. It's almost like a full garden, starting halfway up her hip, spreading as it ascends, scattering on the side of her left butt cheek where a little switchblade lies in a dark background. The tattoo continues above her waistline where the edges are a little finer, a little sharper and this time, there are thorns woven between each bloom, blood dripping down a few sharp tips. This addition ends just below her left breast, very close to her heart.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

" Devon was still in disbelief, his eyes as wide as they could be. The fact that Bienley had gone and gotten himself a tattoo was mind-blowing enough, but it was no ordinary tattoo. There, on Bienley's back, was a masterpiece. Their names, "Bienley" and "Devon", were intricately etched, as if they were part of a beautiful, ethereal story. And woven around them was a delicate string of feathers, each one seemingly fluttering in a gentle breeze, as if carrying their love on its wings.

I saw the welts of vines tattooed on my skin, bruised and red. “Those welts will leave a permanent scar. Be grateful they saved your leg. A second’s delay and they would have to amputate it,” Nesryn said. I licked my lips. “Thank you for saving me…” “I didn’t save you. Raven did,” she said. My body stiffened. “H-he did?” Nesryn nodded, pressing her lips into a tight, thin line. “D-does that mean…” “Yes, miss stupid. Raven uprooted that carvera and then he rushed you to his hospital, where he operated on you for hours, carefully separating the vines from your legs. Had someone else done the operation, you would have definitely lost your leg,” Nesryn said.

I approached their weak-ass leader and pulled him by the collar. "Remember my face and this tattoo you dummy, cause this day forward I will be your master. You and your useless gangmates will be my slave. You understand?" I said, looking hard at him. I grabbed his jaw and took a dagger that I always hid inside my boots. I carved a letter 'V' on his face. It stands for Violet. I tap the wound I made. "Aarrgghh!" He cried out in pain. Oh, my, my. Music to my ears.

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

My breath hitched as I caught sight of it in the mirror he pulled out of my bag—a faint yet intricate design swirling across my collar bone, glowing faintly silver before settling into a deep, ink-like black. The tattoo was mesmerizing, an elegant crescent moon at its core, its curves etched with delicate runes that seemed ancient and alive. Surrounding the crescent, fine lines branched out like veins, forming patterns resembling intertwining vines and stars, as though the night sky itself had been imprinted onto my skin. The vines wrapped gently outward, framing the crescent in an intricate lattice of beauty and mystery, their edges tapering off just shy of my collarbone. At the crescent’s

“We need to get you to your house before anyone sees us.” I was so confused. Why did he care if anyone saw us? Did he not want to be my mate, either? Was he embarrassed to be my mate? I lifted my head off of him, using my left hand to push myself away from him, when something on my skin caught my eye. On my forearm was a swirling black vine, etched into my skin, almost like a tattoo. It wrapped from under my thumb and around my arm to my elbow, leaves and small flowers branching off from the curlicue ends.

He never really mentioned her much, but they had issues. LuciferessX: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves… Reign707: I’ll try not to Lol. You owe me a picture, remember? Of your new tattoo? Oh yeah! I look down at my right shoulder. I had a tattoo of vines, with small thorns and red roses that spread from my shoulder down the right side of my breast and to my waist, as well as the full sleeve of my right arm. Well, if he wants a picture…