Tatuajes En La Nuca Novels & Stories

he smiled, turning around before pulling down the collar of the sweater he was wearing and showing me a pot of paintbrushes tattooed on the side of his left shoulder. " It looks great. We're proud of you," I smiled. " Yes, we are," Sky added with a smile for the boy. I held my breath as I felt Christian's fingers caress the skin of my shoulder up to my ear before moving down once more, in an almost non-existent contact, speeding my heart faster and faster. " Will Cam pin her hair up to show off her tattoo? " I tried to focus on that conversation. " I hope so," Theo commented, drawing attention from everyone else.

He groans and begins to take off his top. Fuck. I hiss as I see his torso on display. His pecs are huge and well defined from working out in the gym like he does. His shoulders are broad and I spot a new tattoo on his right shoulder. I know all of Dante’s tatts from seeing him at family barbecues and in the summer swimming in the outdoor pool at Isaac’s. “What is that, it has writing on it?” From where I am lying I can’t make out the writing, it looks to be in italic.

*Luca* I turn off the shower and shake the water out of my hair. Only now do I discover that I must have had a bit of a bad bite too. I run a finger through an irregular pink gap. It sits like a crescent-shaped tattoo on my chest. Well, there is enough meat to take off. I flex the muscles in my arm. If I had been just half as excited for this wolf shit as the other two, I would have probably appreciated the bulges that rise up in all the right places.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

Shorter than his brother’s. He also has tattoos. Prominent and black. There’s a bold text I can’t read across his throat. There are symbols and gothic-style lettering around the rest of his neck, and small tatts trailing down his forearms and knuckles. I bet his chest is tatted, too.

She said and Muna narrowed her eyes at the spot she pointed and she could see a name written there like a design. Kayden was written at the side of her neck with a wolf tattoo beside it like a signature and Muna wouldn't lie that it wasn't a beautiful mark. “ It's really pretty ” She said and Hazel blushed further. “ Thank you but it wasn't really a good experience ” She said. “ Why did you say that ” Muna asked.

rubbing my head I see a mark on my arm. Laying my arm straight and focusing on it. The mark, is not a mark its a tattoo! The tattoo of a wolf head with red eyes and extra-long knife sharp k-9's. There is a design on the wolfs forehead and behind the head that reminds me of some kind of tribal design intricately woven in what looks like hair.

It was clearly a sore subject. His breath was deep now, his chest rising and falling slowly. Kate’s eyes traveled to his chest tattoo; a black and grey skull with a snake constricting it covering the majority of his left pectoral muscle. It continued across his shoulder and down his left bicep. She wondered if it had any significance, deciding to ask him when he awoke.

The love of my life. Silvy The day after Goof proposed and claimed me he took me to Tank's tattoo shop to get my mark. Was I nervous? Hell yes. I was nervous about the entire process. Tank, bless the gentle giant, let me bring Ant in with us. Ant was a hit at the shop. I was a little worried the receptionist might not give him back. It took Tank forty five minutes to finish the work on my shoulder. According to Goof that is the least sexy part of my body. Did it burn? Sure. But not as bad as I thought it would be. I wanted to see what it looked like. Tank stood me in front of his mirror. It was amazing. It looked my the Renegades emblem with a motorcycle driving through the middle of it. A

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to