Tear Tattoo Under Eye Novels & Stories

Sandra got close to Eve and waved in front of her eyes. “Can you see?” Sandra said “Yes dummy, now show me where I hit you,” Eve said with an assuring smile. Seeing that smile loosened all the tension in Sandra and she showed Eve her forearm bringing tears in her eyes for extra sympathy. “Oh my poor baby,” Eve took Sandra’s forearm in her hands and saw the bruise her punch had put on her skin. It had turned an angry red. “I…I… I can’t move this Eve,” Sandra said and burst into tears. Eve quickly embraced her friend feeling bad for her actions.

Her tear gland must have dried out. No more tears came for she had been crying for long. She had blown her nose over and over that it was beginning to get sore. She was torturing herself searching for answers she would never find. How would she move on from here? Her life would be totally screwed up without him. She would be wretched. He was the only reason she breathe. In Tesot, she had found the greatest satisfaction of her life. She had found a man of her dreams, perfect in every sense, meeting every bit of component of an ideal husband of her childhood fantasies. She had found love much more fulfilling than anything.

Had there been a trip across time, she would have wanted to change her family history for the better than this. “Pst!” Quan turned her head and saw another pair of girls sitting across from her. They seem annoyed. Quan could say they almost seemed scary, if she didn't know who they really were. The girl on the left with long snow-white hair has a different eye color. Her right eyeball was white, the result of the donation she got, as a result of Quan's past actions. There was a scar running across the eye. Meanwhile, her healthy, real left eye is blue. This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered.

I notice the tattoos down his arms, each telling a story of their own, small little tattoos peaking out from the shirt around his neck. "ILARIA! I can't find -" Alessandro comes to a halt when he notices us snuggled into my bed, running his hands through his hands before leaning down and breathing deeply in and out. "Matteo." He whispers before making his way over to us, sitting to my right, so he can see Matteo's face which is hidden in my neck. Alessandro caresses Matteo's hair with his hand, making him snuggle into both my neck and Alessandro's hand while smiling. For the first time I notice a tattoo on his hand. A beautiful picture of a rose, all black, making his tanned skin stand out.

"They stopped suddenly, too, as if he thought we were a...lost cause." Tristan's gaze met hers. "Was there anything else you can recall about the man tonight?" She went to shake her head, but then something flickered to mind. "He had a tattoo on his left pec, over his heart. It was about three inches long." She straightened, making Brady shift his hand to her hip. "I need something to draw on." Ceara stood and went to a shelf, bringing back a pad of paper and pen.

Between them, in elegant black script, sat the tattoo: CW His striking glassy gray eyes darkened as he stared. “There’s another one,” I said, voice turning low and teasing. “On my hip bone. Want to see that too?” He nodded once. I stood, unzipped the prison trousers, and nudged them down just enough to reveal the smooth skin of my hip. The second tattoo read CROWE in the same beautiful lettering, right above the delicate line of my v-cut. “I can’t see it properly,” Ryker murmured, his voice dropping. “Come closer.”

He got it on his arm, right on the forearm spot she had been admiring just a few moments ago. When he was finally finished he walked over to Em to show her. He watched her face careful as she looked down on his arm. Em was shocked. She couldn’t speak .. “Quinn” she whispered. There on his right arm in the same spot as the ones on his left arm…… was another set of eyes. Whereas his other arm held his moms eyes, this arm now held hers. That’s why he needed her to come so the tattoo artist could discreetly watch her and draw her eyes. He made them look so beautiful …. And looking at it now she realized Quinn was right. Her eyes really did look like the moon.

Should I? I reached out and took his hands, caressing them, and slowly unclenched them. There were nail marks on his palms due to the pressure. I looked up at him who was staring at our hands to my face. I saw his tear-filled eyes staring at me as I tapped on my shoulder. "This T-shirt is not costly. It doesn't matter if some tears are spilled on it, so go on" I smiled.

He was completely hugging me from the back. Is he trying to give me mini heart attack? Damn... Can't he just wear his shirt? I felt sliding the T-shirt off my right shoulder, tracing the tattoo which consists of our ship name 'Arhik' over my shoulder. A permanent tattoo. ****** He looked at me with teary eyes. "It must've painful" he said tracing the tattoo with his thumb. "This pain is nothing when I thought of your smile and spark in your eyes. Can't I do it for the love of my life" I said honestly to which he smiled wholeheartedly with tears in his eyes.

“The one I cut on the back?” I blinked at her. “You mean the little asswipe with the shitty tattoo who wanted to fuck up my pretty face with his brass knuckles? Yeah, I’m fairly positive I don’t care if he’s okay. But from the way he lit out of there like his tail was on fire, I’d say he’s just fine.” “It wasn’t a shitty tattoo,” she mumbled. “It was the eye of Horus. Some thought it was a symbol to ward off evil, but it’s actually supposed to symbolize healing.”