Tattoo Quotes For Men Novels & Stories

Saad ko at nag-sindi ng sigarilyo at binuga sa kawalan, kasabay ng pagkawala ng usok ang mga iniisip ko at ang pag-asa na babalik si Marshall sa akin at s`ya mismo ang makikipag-ayos sa akin. But it seems that he is not interested now. Tinignan ako nito at napailing. “Mahilig ka talaga sa backless and it’s your hobby to expose you back tattoo, does that tattoo have deep meaning or important memory?” he asked me and I looked down on my thighs. There is no important memory on this tattoo, but the meaning of this tattoo was rebirth.

Ang manhid manhid naman niya kung ganun. I stood before the huge mirror hanging against the wall, the soft glow of the room illuminating every curve and contour of my body. As I undressed, the leather clothing slipped away, revealing my skin adorned with intricate tattoos. I took a moment to appreciate the details, tracing my fingers over the lines and shapes. I turned my back to the mirror, and the reflection revealed my tattoo: a snake coiled around an eagle. The snake's scales shimmered as it wrapped tightly, while the eagle, faced it with fierce determination. It's like watching two different persons fight.

Napalingon ako sa nagsalita at kununot ang noo ko. Sino naman kaya ito? Another pervert? Kinunutan ko siya ng noo. But shit, this man is freaking hot. He is wearing black pants and a white shirt, but I can say that he has muscles. I am sure of that. He has a buzz-cut fade haircut, but what attracts me more is his tattoo on his whole neck. I am not a fan of guys with tattoos, but this one can be an exception. His tattoo made him look like a bad boy. A freaking hot bad boy. At first glance, I can say that he is a red flag bearer. He even looked more dangerous because of the smirk on his lips.

May tatoo kasi si tatay sa braso na superman na itinattoo ng isa niyang kaibigan na kakalaya lang noon sa kulungan. "Do you plan on getting tattoos too?" tanong sa akin ni daniel. "Gusto mo ba na may tattoo ako?" "I don't know...it's up to you if you want one." "Ayaw mo yata, eh, huwag ka mag-alala hindi ako magpapatattoo." Iyong expression ng mukha ni daniel ay para bang hindi naniniwala sa sinasabi ko. "Oo nga! promise! peksman! mamatay man buong angkan ko!"

"TANGGAL to, tanggal din 'to. At yang pang-itaas mo rin." Ani Yves habang niriready siya para sa commercial na gagawin. "Hay, naku, kailangan ko palang sabihan ang magdi-direct na huwag kunan ang side ng balakang mo kasi may tattoo ka do'n. Baka anong isipin ng mga manunuod sayo.” “Bakit ba kasi nag pa tattoo ka ng walang consent sakin?”

“Bumalik kana sa inyo. Baka mapaano ang anak mo at ako pa ang masisi mo.” When he tried to turn his back I grab his hand. Ang inis sa kanyang mukha ay lalong nadagdagan pa. “K-Kung hindi ikaw siya, paano mong maipaliliwanag ang tattoo na nakatatak sa likuran mo?” “That's just a simple tattoo,” he hissed.

Vivere est vincere. That's what's tattooed inside his upper left arm. I got a good view on it when he stood in front of me after he asked me for a drink, and I said yes because one, I would really love to have some drink and second, I would love to have that drink with him. Might not be a really bad idea.

Pathetic. Tinulak ako ng lalaki paunahan sanhi para mapaluhod ako. Inangat ko ang tingin at nakita ang nakakatakot na itsura ng isang lalaking puno ng tattoo pati mukha. Ang mga mata niya ay parang sa ahas, may vertical line sa gitna na nakakatakot kung tititigan. May hikaw sa ilong, halos puro ahas ang nakikita kong tattoo niya, pero mas nakakatakot ang nakita ko nang magsalita siya.

Pagkatapos huminto ng sasakyan sa harap ng abandonadong factory, marahas siyang hinila palabas ng lalaking may tattoo. A middle-aged man with a scar across his face stepped out of the passenger seat and said with dissatisfaction, “Wala ka bang awa sa babae?” “Anong kaawa-awa sa taong mamamatay din naman?” It was obvious the scarred man was the leader; the tattooed man only dared to mutter under his breath. Tumawa ang lalaking may peklat. “Maganda ang babaeng ‘yan. Ayaw mo bang mag-enjoy muna bago siya mamatay?”

Hindi kahit kailan. Halata ang makisig na pangangatawan kahit naka-long sleeve polo shirt pa rin ito—ang balikat na malapad, ang dibdib na matigas, at lalo na ang mga tattoo na sumisilip sa kwelyo pababa sa dibdib. Kapag hubad si Asmodeus, mas lalong lumalabas ang mga itim na guhit na iyon—parang mga marka ng kasalanan na kinatatakutan niya. Parang paalala na ang lalaking ito ay hindi ordinaryong tao; may kapangyarihan siyang sirain ang buhay niya nang walang pagsisisi.