Third Eye Chakra Tattoo Novels & Stories

Tessa's eyes closed again as Axel's kisses turned so passionate that Tessa almost ran out of breath to fill her lungs. "This crazy!!!" Those eyes opened and looked back at Tessa from a very close distance. Their breaths were exchanged as Tessa, with her crazy mind, wanted to remove all the barriers that were still restricting their bodies. "Your eyes are beautiful." Tessa complimented Axel's brown eyes, which were even more beautiful with their double-folded eye pattern, not to mention the lush lashes. A perfect creation in human form. "How many tattoos are there? You haven't explained to me what the three on the back of your body mean." Axel stroked Tessa's cheek as his hand slowly touched

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

Kingston said, pointing to my hip. “When did you get that?” I looked down to where he was pointing and noticed the same dragonfly tattoo that horribly healed l, remembering the story behind it. I laughed at myself. “One of the girls I was in the group home with got pretty close with me before she got adopted. One night when we were sixteen, we decided to give each other stick and poke tattoos. She chickened out but she gave me this dragonfly.”

I saw them lips in my dreams most nights, they were my favourite thing about him. “Olivia fuck off as if”. His voice was firm and it scared me. “Okay" I whispered my eyes low. “Then have me.” I felt a slight pang of guilt, I had never been intimate with either Sebastian or Blake on their own. But there was just something about Sebastian I always had to have, he had red flags, he had flaws but bottom line was, he is sexy as fuck. I ran my eyes over Sebastian’s huge hummingbird tattoo on the right side of his neck, yeah maybe that was my favourite thing about him.

He shook his head as if shaking off any remaining thoughts about Cela that's still in his head. "It's too much to think about all of a sudden. I should rest my mind tonight," he said to himself. The night is getting deeper. Another day is about to end. The moon and the stars are the silent listeners to everyone's wishes. Cela begins to rediscover the beauty of the moon she hasn't looked at for years. Nate thinks of his new life unfolding in the next two months. Looking at the moon with his wife by then is another thing to look forward to. Whatever they're thinking at that moment, one thing's for sure, they are doing the same thing – looking at the same moon.

The Third Side of the Coin This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2021 by InamorataFeels All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

"You've got it wrong, Wren. We're just as we were a decade ago. He's like a brother to me!" Wren let out a long sigh. "Selena, I wish you were my sister-in-law. My brother's still on his own, you know." I stroked my belly, smiling softly. "Let's not be silly. I'm pregnant now. Remarrying isn't in the cards for me!" That baby was the only family I had, and I cherished it with everything I had. Wren's frustration flared up. "So, you're not remarrying because you're hung up on that good-for-nothing Henry? You've got to let him go! He's about to make it official with another woman!"

Like three tiny fists knocking from inside her womb. The light split, white-gold threads winding up her wrist, around her forearm, looped in three distinct rhythms. Someone gasped. Someone swore. Even the Old King’s eyes flicked wider. Talia’s vision went white. Kaela whispered, smug: Told you. Triplets. Overachiever. Shut up. Never. The Stone’s heat marked her palm. A waxing crescent. A ring of thorns. And a third thin line binds them all.

He motions towards my tears then to the tiny diamond ring lying on the napkin. "I'm okay," I slowly assure the stranger. My words do not sound believable. I turn away, wiping more tears from my cheeks. Thoughts of John enter my mind. His sandy blonde hair pulled into a man-bun on top and freshly shaven on the sides and back. Him shirtless as he loved others to witness the rewards of his hard work at the gym. Him proudly crossing his arms across his chest, drawing attention to the dragon with skull tattoo and full sleeves as he strides toward me. His washboard abs flexing, drawing attention to his low-riding jeans. With each step, his abdominal tattoo, ‘Take No Prisoners,’ flashing like a neo

"Y-Yeah... why?" "Maybe there are clues in the notes. Is it still with you?" "I threw it away," she said, then switched the T.V. channel. She doesn't like late night shows anymore. More dramas and nonsense shows. "Oh," her friend said regretfully. "Keep the notes next time. You know... maybe one of these days he might introduce himself in a note." "His name is Third. That's always on the note, eh." "So, do you know anyone who has the same name?"