Tatto Lengan Novels & Stories

Then she took a good look at his tattoos. Her gaze traced the ink that stretched across his chest, dark and patterned against his golden skin. The tattoo sprawled over his left pectoral, a fierce black wolf, its eyes red and dangerous, as if it could leap off his skin and bare its fangs at her. The details were breathtaking, each strand of fur etched with perfection.

I place the bangle and earrings on. Giving myself the once over and smile. My body is more toned, not overly toned. I still have my feminine curves. My legs are long and lean. My ass, Goddess my ass, I love it. The tattoo on my thigh just peeks out below the dress, as well as the tattoo of our group sigil on my left arm. After the near rape incident the first few months I was there, we had the tattoos done on our left arm to signify we were all one, part of the same group.

Pain wasn’t too bad there today, but if I wanted it to heal correctly, we’d have to be careful. “Got a tattoo last night,” I announced as I walked onto the mat in my tennis shoes and compression leggings. My tight white tank didn’t hide the bandaging too well, and Dante pointed at it. “What’d you get?” “Just a quote to add to some ink I already had.” I stretched my arms by pulling one close to my chest and then shaking it out before I did the same with the other. “Hope it’s inspiring.” Dante went through the same motions. “It’s either that or depressing.”

John flicks a piece of his brown hair off his forehead and sits down in the chair across from my desk. His olive green shorts expose his hairy man legs, but the interesting thing is the purple Dragon tattoo circling itself up his calf. I can't bring myself to ask what would possess him to get such a tattoo, but I watch it move as he sits down and positions his legs.

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.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

The man smiled and sat back. “There, it’s perfect,” he said, proud of his work. Layana hurried over. Looking at the tattoo, it mapped his shoulder and bicep, it was indeed magnificent, a deep black, red ink, that seemed to ripple slightly whenever the light touched it, the eyes of the phoenix and the tail were laced with glittering red. The detail was impressive and Layana nodded in approval “It’s beautiful,” she said noticing the necklace that hung in Declan’s neck, rather jealous of it being so close to him, trying not to focus on how extremely attractive he was.

If I wouldn’t have listened to him, he would have tightened his arm more and I would have ended up with shattered bones. His warmth was heartwarming and it gave me the courage to run my finger along his muscled tattooed arm and I made small circles along the lines of his tattoo. He had this artistic tattoo of a warrior on his forearm, wearing armor and he was looking up at the constellation and that moon that was inked in Romeo’s biceps skin. And I wondered what that tattoo was about.

But she also knew she wouldn’t regret it. She’d gotten a long tree branch, starting on her middle finger it went over the back of her hand, one part ran up her thumb as the rest went down the side of her arm and around it. Several mini branches poked out here and there.. and it was littered with maple leaves, successfully covering up her other tattoo.

He smiled widely at her, and Loreen couldn't help but raise her brow. "All right," Loreen folded her arms and took a deep breath. "Well, I just want a nice and cool tattoo." "Mhmm..." The tattooist nodded his head and grinned at Loreen. "Well, we do full-body tattoos, upper body tattoos, arms, and so on." He looked at her with a friendly smile on his face. "Which do you want?" "Upper body." Her lips formed a half-smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Great." The tattooist clapped his hands together. "Please follow me." He gestured her into a private room and shut the door behind them. Loreen's eyes scrutinized the area, and she took a seat on a backless seat in front of a huge mirror.