Tear Tattoo Under Eye Novels & Stories

At least he had a shirt on that day. Then something caught my eye. On his left pec, near his heart, there was now a tattoo. Unconsciously I stepped forward so I could get a closer, better look at the newly designed tattoo. It was the name 'Baby B' in cursive italics. Under the name were two red roses in the form of an 'x'. My fingers were itching to touch the newly done tattoo but I knew better.

Fat tears rolled down my eyes as I fisted my hand and closed my eyes shut. “You are mine and I’ll make sure you remember,” he said and my eyes snapped open when his warm breath didn’t hit my skin anymore but came in contact with the cold and sharp-pointed object. “Don’t please,” I whispered and closed my eyes. But an evil grin spread across his face as he leaned down closer to my skin and pierced the dagger right through my skin. “Aeden…..” I cried out loudly as he began drawing by my ribs. The pain was unbearable. It is one of the most vulnerable areas to even get a tattoo and he was scraping something right at that place.

I already knew what I wanted to do, so I took off my shirt. “What will it be, boss?” Ash asked after she had everything set up and was ready to go. Slipping on the black latex gloves over her dainty fingers. She styled her dark red hair atop her head, keeping it out of the way. I have wanted to get this tattoo for a long time, but there just hasn’t been time. So I point to the spot next to Tess’s name. “I want a teddy bear with button eyes, with a crown or tiara on its head.”

Her mesmerizing and radiant beauty and the graceful curve of her figure, a captivating silhouette, drew his gaze like a moth to a flame. Her eyes, akin to liquid emerald pools, shimmered in the light, and he found himself ensnared in her eyes – where he felt the intoxicating pull of drowning within their captivating depths. Yet, it was the way she ogled at him that stole his breath away. Her eyes fixated on his tattoos, drawn to the intricate details inked into his skin. On his left arm, the Celtic Knot work with Fangs unfolded a captivating narrative, where fangs seamlessly blended with ancient Celtic motifs. The Veins and Blood tattoo, like a river of life, traced mesmerizing paths within

We were blatantly flirting with each other right after waking up. My gaze slid from his damp hair, a bit low to his eyes, down his nose, and lingered on his lips before shifting to his perfectly defined jawline. Lower and lower down until my eyes finally rested on the tattoo on his forearm, right around his bicep. I could finally see it clearly now, and I realized it was only a single tulip in black ink. The bloom was closed, not yet open, with clean lines showing the petals tucked together. Two long leaves stretched down on either side of the thin stem.

He didn't seem to notice though, his eyes were far off and there was a small smile on his lips. Maya took the chance to really look at him, eyes tracing every inch and curve of his face. Of course, they were obscured by the mask but she knew every detail so well that she could remember everything even with the mask on. She knew that he had a small scar between his left eyebrow and lid. She knew about how slightly crooked his nose is which you couldn't notice from afar. She also knew that his eyes weren't really black but a dark shade of brown, it was so brown they looked black. Most importantly, she knew about the tattoo on the side of his right bicep, the one written in Latin which he said

The man got a pointed nose, with set of eyes framed with long lashes below his thick brows. I swallowed hard when my eyes gaze at the corner of his left eyebrow. My heart almost skipped a beat. A tear shaped mole! I bit my lip, hard: keeping myself in check. It does not prove anything, Helga, at least not yet. Get a grip of yourself! My chest started feeling uncomfortable. Calming my emotions down, my fingers slowly tugged at the blanket to reveal his skin. My attention was attracted to the silver-inked tattoo with a tint of black that was painted on his skin. It was curled around his arm, which disappeared under the mattress.

“What the…” Not being able to see it entirely, I tear my gown off over my head, turning in front of the small mirror above the sink. My eyes follow the lines stretching from below my jawline over my left peck and the left side of my back. On my back, they nearly reach my hip, and I gasp. They did tattoo me during surgery!

As I was checking out I notice a man leaning against the wall. He has some shades on. He lights himself a cigarette, took a drag and the pulled off his shades. He had a very distinctive look. He's got one brown eye and one green eye, a scar ran down his left eye. He's got a light stubble, blonde hair, quite handsome. The man also had a little tattoo on his cheek. It was a tattoo of three tear drops. Each tear drop holding a wolf. Werewolf. My heart rate picks up because I realised his eyes are staring right at me.

He whispered back. He smiled again, and my hand flew to my eye again. Thentos took one of the young elves' shields and held in front of my face. I could see the light blue, silver tattoo that started at the corner of my right eye and swirled down in a beautiful, intricate design. It looked like a vine crawling out of my eye down to my cheekbone and the other half over my eye towards the corner of my eyebrow. I removed the crown and placed it around my neck instead, like a choker.