Tatuajes En La Nuca Novels & Stories

It was a testament to his unwavering dedication to all aspects of his physical fitness. One of the most striking features on Logan's left arm was the anchor tattoo, a symbol known to represent strength and stability, perhaps even serving as a connection to his time in the marine. Yet, what made this tattoo particularly intriguing was an unexpected addition. Just below the anchor, a smaller, seemingly incongruous tattoo came into view. This tattoo was a depiction of a little girl holding a toy, a charming but puzzling image etched onto his skin. It seemed to tell a story of its own, one that didn't readily align with the symbolism of the anchor.

I thought, my plan last night was under the collarbone, but when I remembered your tattoo on the woman in Tagaytay, I really liked it. "Hm .. just like you." I said. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Outer shoulder?" I nodded. "Does that hurt?" "No. It hurts more in the neck." I was left behind. Maybe I'm just there in the design studio buying, I can't think of anything yet e. I just want to. And I will not cover my scar. "Where else is it that doesn't hurt?" "Fingers, arms, lips, thigh .. they say." My eyes narrowed. "They said?"

That's when I see it. The man leading the group turns his head slightly, and the fabric of his scarf shifts. There, at the look of his neck. Just above his collarbone, is a tattoo. An eye. It's small and intricate. Inked in black. With sharp geometric lines radiating from its center. This is not a familiar tattoo in the North or amongst Edmondo's men. It's a tattoo put there as a mark that he belonged to someone... Or something. Something else. Something more secretive, I think.

There were indeed scars from the fangs and covered in tattoos. I wrinkled my forehead. "Are marks always being marked near the tattoo? I mean the symbol, "I asked. Jasmine and Dori nodded their heads in unison. "Your symbol is on your neck, you cover it with your hair. That's why William is so sensitive. William the first to know that you haven't marked Noah. If I didn't see your symbol directly, I wouldn't believe that you haven't been marked by Noah," said Dori.

His tie slightly loosened around his neck, and the top two buttons of his shirt were open, clearly showing the tattoo on the side of his neck. A CAMELLIA flower was tattooed on the side of his neck. His long slender fingers were tapping the table in front of him as he wore a ring on his thumb with a symbol of a dragon on it. It was his symbol....very unusual. "Reason." He said...he said only one word but Samuel knew what he was asking about. He gulped and looked at Nicola before looking back at his boss. Nicola and Samuel were feared in the organization and by people but to think they will be sweating like this in front of their boss was enough to explain how powerful their boss was.

Gigi raised her left leg to show Liz her tiny tattoo. "Why on Earth would you get a helmet tattoo?" Liz found it amazing still and looking at Gigi's legs was always a good thing for her, it was a win-win situation. "I don't know, I love helmets! They are high fashion! And also I got this one here behind my ear." Gigi uncomfortably showed Liz her neck. Tattooed on her skin forever Gigi had the Los Angeles acronym. "LA? What?" "As I said, I was drunk and I love LA so much! I'm surprised you never saw it, this one's really visible."

I approach the covered painting board and try to look under it. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Shouts a male voice. His voice invades in me chills, warm chills and when I turn to look at the person who shouted of anger, I realize it is still him. Zack Torneur, with a tower attached around his waist, living his naked well-sculptured chest seen with his wings tattoo. When I analyze him more deeply, apart from his curly hair and his light brown eyes, he has a light stubble beard. On his forarm the word GO in very big capital letters had been tattooed, on his biceps a big moon tattoo and on his thorax a rose surrounded by thorns. All this tattoo? What for? It seems he has other tattoos, but right n

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.

Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V. Danica placed her clothes on the footstool at the end of the bed and raised her hand to touch his arm, glancing at Lorenzo for permission. *********** *LORENZO* I held my breath as she traced the outline of my tattoo, her finger skirting across my skin, her light touch echoing through my body, toward my groin, and I suppressed a groan. “Did it hurt?” I grimaced. “I could endure the pain. Are you interested in getting one?”

Cecelia sent a sharp slap to the back of Luca's head. "Get straight to the point!" "Ow! I was getting there." Luca hissed before pulling back on his serious expression. "I'm sure you've wondered why he has a lot of ink on his chest and back only. None on his hand or neck or anywhere else. Adonis isn't a fan of tattoos. I mean, one or two is fine, but he dislikes having a lot of them. Cara sat upright. She didn't know where Luca was going with this and didn't hesitate to make it known.