Sun Sternum Tattoo Novels & Stories

At least he had a shirt on that day. Then something caught my eye. On his left pec, near his heart, there was now a tattoo. Unconsciously I stepped forward so I could get a closer, better look at the newly designed tattoo. It was the name 'Baby B' in cursive italics. Under the name were two red roses in the form of an 'x'. My fingers were itching to touch the newly done tattoo but I knew better.

I couldn’t focus on what he was saying at all, my attention completely stolen by his bare chest. I couldn’t help but notice the armband tattoo on his left arm. The word “Moretti” was inked in a beautiful Old English font, with detailed lines making it look even cooler. His tattoos just added to that tough, masculine vibe he had going on. Then I saw the tattoo on his back. A raven, placed right in the middle of his back, near his shoulders and neck. It was so well done, I couldn’t stop staring at it, totally impressed.

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

I’ve got to admit, it’s really nice. The place had good lightning and air conditioners. I caught a glimpse of Rex. He was seated on a blue leather sofa, shirtless. What the—? Oh! I almost drooled on that part. He leant his back against the sofa, with his gaze on his phone. He had his earpords on. His upper body gleamed to the lightning as his hair dripped; sweat slowly running down his chin. The tattoo on his breast was visible. It was a heart engulfed in flames, all in black ink. I also noticed the crown on his left wrist. Was it too late to call off this marriage? Stay focus, Jackie. Don’t let his physique fool you.

It flared under his skin, rhythmic and unnatural, like a dying star trapped inside his veins. Vivian gasped, pulling back slightly. "Stan... your neck. What is that?" Stan closed his eyes, taking a long, ragged breath that rattled in his chest. When he opened them again, the violet hue flared slightly brighter before fading back beneath his skin. "It is time I tell you who—and what—you brought into your home," he said, his voice dropping into a raspy confession. He unbuttoned the top collar of his heavy indigo tunic, revealing a jagged, dark mark resting right over his sternum. It looked like a brand—a starburst of black, crystalline lines spreading outward toward his shoulders.

"Not everyone looking for me is as careless as Julian Vane. There are people out there who don't understand the concept of 'surrender.'" He approached me, and even though he walked with a slight limp, his presence was still overwhelming. He stopped in front of the stove, and the light from the fire illuminated the tattoos on his back once more. I was mesmerized by one in particular on his left shoulder blade: an ancient shield intertwined with thorns and an iron crown. It didn't look like the design of a common tattoo parlor; it had the symmetry of an official seal, of a coat of arms that demanded respect.

I sent a few to Venus although she hasn't responded yet. I looked across the room and smiled as I watched Jupiter wince in pain. The tattoo artist was inking his left arm and I'm assuming that the design was a lot bigger than the ones I have on my wrist. He refused to tell me what it is since it's supposed to be a surprise, as he said. Half an hour later, he waved at me and flashed a thumbs up, to let me know that the tattoo is done. I dropped the book and excitedly sauntered towards them so I can have a look on his little surprise.

When we’d gotten back, Justin had gotten a tattoo of a barn owl on his left bicep, and he’d had them weave in the letter S on its wing. Leaning in closer, I slide the sleeve of his t-shirt up so I can see it, making him laugh around his forkful of casserole. Every time I see it, it makes my heart skip a beat. The muscled bicep certainly doesn’t hurt. I trace my finger along the S and feel his body still next to mine.

“I’m not going to say no to that.” Of course, I a loud him to undress me first, and looking at the lust in his eyes as he stares at my body made my skin feel really warm. Now it was our turn to take his clothes off, and of course his body didn’t let me down. It was very tone, muscles, a nice eight pack and a tattoo I didn’t see before. The tattoo was above his heart of a ying-yang with one side being of the sun with the morning light, and the other is with the moon with a stary night sky. I ran my hand over the tattoo feeling the heat on his skin and the lust in his eyes. “You’re playing with fire my silver rose, and I’m not sure Lucian nor I will be able to stop from taking you right now. B

What the hell happened to me? The one thing I couldn’t accept. The one thing truly gave me pause. The one thing I can't even bring myself to touch is the Crescent moon with a star in its centre, which now stands proudly on my right temple. It is jet black, making it more striking against my pale skin. What the hell! Did I get stabbed, and they thought... hell... perfect time to tattoo her without her permission! And ON MY FACE! Are they kidding? Star barks out laughing, and I frown, annoyed at her behaviour. Ready to chew her out for laughing at my anger, the door suddenly bursts open. In barrels Camron and Carson with panicked looks on their faces. Camron storms over to me, looking for dang