Tatuajes En La Nuca Novels & Stories

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.

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

She raised her hair up, it was right below her hair, at the back of her neck, a symbol sitting pretty. As though she understood why I was confused because of the location, she bailed me out. “It's just fun to put it there, plus no one will notice as I'm never going to cut my hair, but they'll probably notice during sex. You'll get yours soon.” “I don't want one.” “Rina, you don't have a choice.” She shook her head like I was naive. A tattoo? Hell no. Gosh. Rina? I didn't even bother correcting her at this point.

chest rising in a calm rhythm like he was meditating, not surrounded by criminals. Speaking of his tattoos, he's got the weirdest tats I have seen on any guy. His back bore the most outrageous tattoos in the history of tattoos. His back looked like someone had lost a wrestling match with a possessed octopus holding a tattoo gun. From shoulder to shoulder, the ink sprawled like a chaotic crime scene—tribal swirls, demonic curls, and angry squiggles that might’ve once meant something, but now just screamed, “I don’t pay taxes and I bite.”

"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."

Cartel asked. "Yes, I'm fine. Thanks" Forcing a smile. "Nah, she's not. She's still nervous about getting a tattoo. Please tell her it doesn't hurt" Jason sighed. Cartel sat on the couch and tapped on it "Come here, sit." He said. I pointed to myself then he nodded. I moved in to sit next to him. Then he started a pep talk. Pointing to his neck "You See this tattoo here? That's a password. You may not understand because it's in binary numbers. But really, it's something I had to write on my neck for references."

And there are a few portraits of paintings around. I hear the soft sound of water droplets. If I'm not mistaken, it's coming from his bathroom. He's in the shower. Suddenly the water stops flowing and Nikolai steps out. Naked. What the hell?? “Fuck!” I curse on seeing him. I always knew he was hot behind his suit. Tattoos cover his upper body. From what I can see, it's a drawing of a skull, and a viper opening its mouth, among other things. There's also something written on his upper chest, ‘ Carpe diem’ written boldly.

The tattoo were different for every rank and as he was the next in line, his tattoo was just like his father. "Yeah, I have it." He admitted while Summer smiled. "Where?" "Here." He pulled his collar down showing the a round shaped tattoo on his neck. Summer lifted her hand and poked the tattoo on his neck. "Wow..." She was fascinated by the beautiful tattoo on his neck. "You are so brave." Summer removed her finger from Ginga's neck. Both stared at each other before Summer turned and started walking again while Ginga pressed his lips together. No matter what but he could tell her about his feelings. But now he did not have to hide his identity anymore. May be one day he will confess to her

The suit's fabric embraced his form with precision, sculpting his frame in a way that conveyed strength and elegance in equal measure. The darkness of his attire was punctuated by a bold statement: a deep red shirt that accentuated his confidence. The top buttons of the shirt remained undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his tattooed chest. The inked patterns danced across his skin, a testament to a hidden side of him that few were privy to witness. The intricate designs told stories of his past, a tapestry of experiences woven into the very fabric of his being.