Tatuajes En La Nuca Novels & Stories

The CEO had two tattoos. The first was on the left side of his chest, above his only pierced and left nipple. The second tattoo was on the right side of his torso, on his side. It was that of birds flying away and the tattoo went all the way to his back. 'This is so hot... THIS IS IS SO FUCKING HOT!' Jun gulped and then stuttered the words: "Y– you have tattoos? Ah– and a piercing?" Namgyu smirked and looked down at his body.

Ain't it fun? Nataliad dances again, of course, sexily dancing on the beat. She was still tweaking her hair up, teasing me more to reveal her bare back and neck. I noticed that she had a tattoo on the lower back of her neck. It's small, but I can clearly see what it says. Her tattoo says, "Hakuna Matata." Nice! Is it just a coincidence? Because I also have a tattoo like that on the back of my hips and a symbol on the back of my neck. ‘Meant to be? Yay!’ Okay, so what? Just with matching tattoos, does that mean we are meant to be? That’s absurd!

She stood stiffly in the center, arms crossed. Lorenzo closed the door, locking it with a click that echoed too loud. He walked past her, unbuttoning his jacket and shrugging it off. He rolled up his sleeve, revealing his strong arm and his dangerous tattoo. It was an eagle's tattoo. He didn’t speak. Just poured a drink from the mini bar, leaned against it, and sipped slowly. Nora stared at his tattoo for a while. Lorenzo never had a tattoo on his arm, only on his back. Did he get one recently? She thought.

I read the same line at least a dozen times because he kept pulling my attention to him. He was standing doing weights, topless, just to be more helpful to my concentration issues. He was completely ripped. There was no other way to describe him. The definition of his entire upper half seemed impossible. The tattoo of a sun just above his right peck moved with every rep, just twitching away and taunting me. The only other tattoo I could see was a tribal one that ran from his shoulder all the way to just above his elbow. I didn’t want to think about it, but yet the idea of finding out if he had more that were hidden from me was all I could think about.

“You got another tattoo??” Em didn’t like the way he said it. Quinn was covered in tattoos. He had a huge wolf on his shoulder, several arrows and symbols all over his arms and chest and neck. He had a huge tattoo on his back that reminded her of their town. It was a lake and a mountain surrounded by trees. She thought it was beautiful, even though she had never seen it up close.

Lucile interrupted with a question “does he have a scorpion tattoo on his back” Again in shock and disbelief, “what” Nena answered. “I said, does he have a scorpion tattoo on his back” Lucile re-iterated “precisely on the left side of his back, right below his shoulder blade” The line remained silent as nena was still in shock at the realization of the facts Lucile had just declared. She had always wondered what that tattoo had always signified but never curious enough to ask. Actually she was not curious enough to ask a lot of other things.

“Yo, Ravenzo. You got a tattoo. It's cool." Ilya reels his head towards the alpha who speaks and smiles while his brain immediately recalls the skull tattoo he had gotten to conceal the mate mark on his neck. With the tattoo there, no one's going to notice the bite mark unless they're poking their nose there and Ilya never allows anyone to get that close. He's safe.

Is he naturally built like this? Sasha steps backward to give me the full picture. I see stars on his knees that match his shoulders. He twists, showing the rugged expanse of his back. I was right: it's a church inscribed over his shoulder blades and spine. It's lovely, but above it is the terrifying image of a spider. "Ulyana told me about the tattoos in the Bratva," I say. Inching off the desk, I approach him. He remains where he is, watching me over his shoulder. My hand touches one of the stars. "What do these all mean?"

"Affirmative." A man in dark blue wash jeans, a brown leather jacket, a white t-shirts and black boots, walked up to the car and yanked the door open to see a woman hanging upsidedown, unconscious. His brown hair was cut short, showing of the red rose tattoos on the side of his neck. Though what really caught the eyes of everyone else that day was the death symbol tattooed on the back of his head. A skull and two bones forming a cross with fire burning through them.

“You’re welcome to join.” He hiked his backpack onto his shoulders and pushed up his glasses, nervously scratching his neck under his sweater, pulling it down enough to display the tattoo he had on his shoulder. And it wasn’t any tattoo. It was a symbol of The Council.