Traditional Spider Web Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

she purred, poking my arm. “What?!” I screeched inwardly cringing, sitting right back up,” that’s disgusting, not even close,” I gagged at the idea, “no thank you ma’am he can keep his STD’s. I don’t want a part of spotlight. Justin Star Ryder maybe a heartthrob and the most followed male singer on twitter, with an established fan base on I*******m but the last thing I need is his reputation and his bad luck. If the world know who I am that way, I will forever be associated with it, 'the girl who saved Justin Star from drowning,' I reckon I would get tired of hearing that as I try to make a name for myself so no. No thank you.” “Didn’t that feel good taking off your chest?” Britney asked. I

Her eyes were fixed on that little glass cell with golden webs. The spider itself was a mix of yellow, black, and red, and looked to her like something out of Starship Troopers. It was just sitting there, not moving at all, but Shamira was convinced that one of those beady little eyes was looking at her, thinking about how it would like to bite her pump venom into her system and -- Someone touched Shamira's shoulder. She screamed so loud that several spiders hid in the back of their habitats, Banshee glowered, and Clara was staring incredulously over Shamira's shoulder.

I say, feeling betrayed. Damn! Did one of mine betray me? " You think? But who could have allied with them? " Guilhermino asks thoughtfully, making a strange face. "Does anyone here have a spider tattoo on their shoulder?" He immediately looks at me confused. " Which is? Spider tattoo, what the fuck? I shrug it off, downing more shots of whiskey. " I remember one of the men is shirtless and has this tattoo, maybe it's someone from here." I clarify, pouring myself more of the amber drink.

That was why each spider had its own web. But these spiders were genetically engineered. Who knew what else had been added to them? This would make phase one difficult for every team. If Legendary Trinity were easy, there would be no point in calling it a survival game. “How many spiders are around the main nest?” Fredrick asked. “Not sure. Two dozen. Maybe three. I’m not worried about the small ones, but the broodmother.” Damian exhaled. “Have you ever felt your skin crawl just from looking at something?”

Her back arched into him and his skin on her skin dissolved the thoughts from her head. “Be still!” He snarled. Was it her imagination or was his voice gruffer than it was before? He yanked up the sleeve of her dress and exposed her tattoo. “A spider.” He spat, reviled. Yes, she was. Every assassin in The Den was called a Spider and damn him, she was the best at what she did!

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

Fucking hot. His body was perfectly toned. He had a really broad chest and shoulders, and a solid six-pack. I don’t know, maybe it was an eight-pack, but it looked incredible. And there was a spider tattoo on the upper part of his right chest, right below his collarbone. I didn’t know he had a tattoo, but it made him look so sexy. “Why? Why?” he said, running his hands through his wet hair, which only made him look hotter. I bit my lip hard as I stared at him.

She spun, leaping and dodging the strikes. Without warning the queen spider arched her butt, pointed her spinnerets at Helia and fired a gooey spray of fresh webbing at her. Helia ducked but her arm and sword were hit, gunked with the hot sticky substance. She tried to slash it away but it dried instantly into tough fibers. The queen spider used her spinnerets and claws to reel Helia closer like an angler bringing in a fish. Despite her efforts to tug away, the web line was too strong and so was the spider. Her feet dug into the ground, trying to slow herself.+

The colours used were a mix of vibrant reds and soft pinks, giving the rose a lifelike quality, just like the one on my thigh. Just below his chest, a spider tattoo could be seen. Though smaller in size, it was no less impressive. The spider's legs were intricately inked, creating a sense of movement and power. He looked incredibly attractive, even more than the word "sexy" could convey. There was another tattoo on his chest, with my name elegantly written next to his V line. All I desired was to run my hands along that area. I watch as he got dressed right in front of me