Tato Bunga Di Leher Novels & Stories

Right there, above her navel is the mark. I take in the black and white flowers tattooed over her right shoulder. The delicate leaves end right beneath her key bone and it seems to climb behind her shoulder too. A black lily climbs its way up the side of her left hip. The same lily in white is wrapped around yhe the black one snaking down it.

Lucien's attention sharpened instantly. "What tattoo? Any particular details you remember?" he asked, leaning forward slightly, his voice quieter but urgent. Elara closed her eyes for a moment, replaying the image. "I don't remember everything… but it looked like a sword. And… a flower at the top of the sword. Something like that." She opened her eyes and nodded faintly, as if convincing herself. "Yes… a sword and a flower." A soft gasp escaped both Lucien and Ragnar at the same time.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

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.

Summer’s fingers shook as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt from the top by his throat. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck and knew that he was fighting the urge to bite her. He remained motionless, waiting for her to move further. She could feel the tension increase as she slowly made her way down, gradually releasing each button to display his muscular chest. Her eyes were transfixed by an emerging tattoo. On his sternum was tired tree branches that spread off in every direction. As she pushed her hand to open more of his shirt the patterns changed towards his arms which took a haunted vein and shattered glass appearance. On the end of some of the branches had numerous nam

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

Her breath hitched as he lowered his mouth toward her chest. That was her moment. Arah stretched out her arm and summoned the power in her tattoo. The wind responded instantly. Like a black ribbon caught in a storm, the tattoo whipped to life—shimmering, writhing—and shot forward, coiling around Thug Leader’s neck. There was a sharp whoosh as air surged through the room, followed by a choking gasp. His eyes bulged as the inky wind tail tightened, lifting slightly, yanking him off balance.

utos niya, kalmado at matatag ang boses. Tumango ang tattoo artist, iniutos kay Xandro na hubarin ang kanyang damit. Hinubad ni Xandro ang itim na T-shirt, ibinunyag ang matipuno niyang pangangatawan. Nang sumindi ang makina, bumaon ang karayom sa kanyang balat, gumuguhit ng unang linya ng tinta sa kanyang likod. Ni hindi siya kumurap, hindi natitinag ang konsentrasyon.

she grinned, holding the presentation up. Signing in was basic - simply a thumbprint, and she saw the value menu for her own self spring up on screen. Four glossy fastens, each addressing its very own classification adjacent to her grinning, vivified photograph and her name. Seeing the tattoo on her neck in the photograph made her range up to stroke her fingers along the somewhat kindled skin once more, shuddering.

Opened it. Inside: a slim black leather collar soft, buttery, lined with silk. A small silver tag engraved on the front: Sofia Tomás’s No lock. Just a simple clasp. He fastened it around her throat snug but not tight. The leather warmed instantly to her skin. She felt the weight of it like a vow. His fingers traced the tag. “Mine,” he said softly. “Yours.” He kissed the back of her neck right above the collar. Then he pushed her forward chest to the mattress, ass still high.