Tatuajes En La Nuca Novels & Stories

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

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.

He nudged the unconscious man, pushing him to his stomach and just as expected, a black moon tattoo was carved onto the skin of his neck. A Darkmooner “Blow the horn”

Oh, God I need to stop. I take steady breaths to try to hide my crazy thoughts. I lean a little to the right in the seat and settle back, turned slightly so I can see him without it appearing so obvious. He has three tattooed crosses on the side of his throat and a full arm sleeve of beautiful artwork. Nick never mentioned Rack being an overly religious man but the crosses say differently. Again, he's as close to perfect as I can picture a man. I can't help wondering if there are more tats where I can't see. My body heats and I'm uncomfortably warm. I take my last bite of apple and chew slowly.

The tattoo was in the shape of a cross, not eye-catching, like a medal. "You..." Danica suddenly looked up at Nick, the expression in her eyes becoming very different from before. "When did you get this tattoo on your arm?" "Eh?" Nick was stunned. He looked down at the tattoo on his right arm and replied in surprise, "It's a long time ago, and it was tattooed more than a decade ago."

And I wasn't about to begin any familiarity with someone who could be a serial killer for all I know. He looked rough. His arm was decorated with tattoos, sharp ink that gave details to different images that I was sure meant more to him than it would to anyone else who saw it. So was some part of his neck. He had put on a jacket with a collar, but that did little work to shield the art. Now bear in mind that I wasn't talking about flowers or favorite dogs, lines no less. I meant intricate, intimidating artwork printed across his hairy skin. A chapel, text, shapes, a mixture of everything. It wouldn't be wrong to address him as a playboy.

I risk a glance at the man again, and I almost drop dead when I see the Roman numeral seven tattooed on the back of his neck. It’s the same number. From my visions!

He thought again, "sinuous, dangerous and supremely sexual." One tattoo in particular was prominent and drew the eye; it was a bright red "slut stamp" very low on her lower back that was repeated low on her belly, just above the pubic mound. It said, in both locations, "Candy Slut to Paulo Zero." The words of the tattoo were in a pre-Columbian language that Barnes would never have a hint of. In addition, like a Bay area poster from the psychedelic era the tat's lettering was very stylized, even if it was in English it would be near impossible to read. Some English word fragments were visible in the edging and lines of the distorted shapes. Incorporated into the tat were sexual images and tri

"When did you get ink on your neck?" "Are you going deaf or dumb, Xan? I said Scarlet has the tattoo. And on her chest, not her neck." Asher looked at his twin as if the other man was entering the beginning stages of senility. Xander rolled his eyes. "I know, and I can see that one as well. It matches, exactly, the one that's decorating your neck." Xander pushed his brother's head down, exposing the length of Asher's neck. I leaned up, curled my upper body over Asher's. "He's right, Asher. It's the same symbol, just done in heavy black."

Celeste seemed to be confused at the tattoo on my chest. She had been glaring at the few girls and even a guy or two who stared at me when I took my shirt off but now she was staring at the tattoo that was placed close to my heart on my chest. She reached out and gently ran her finger across the ink, sending sparks through my body.