Tris Tattoo Insurgent Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

Of course, whoever was with the woman probably needed somewhere nice to sit as it took a while with this sort of thing. “You and me both” she said, “but I gotta say some of those looked alright, we definitely haven’t found YOUR dress yet.” She wasn’t wrong, some of them had been decent enough, but none that really won me over. Exasperated I shook out my low ponytail, twisted my hair, and shoved it up into a sloppy bun on the top of my head. I heard a gasp and turned to see the saleslady staring at me. I realized, belatedly, that my tattoo was visible. In the mob, or mafia as it was typically called, we had distinguishing marks; one of the most frequent being strategically placed tattoos. Thi

They might win if they ruin it for me. Tristan still didn’t say a word, but the silence between us wasn’t empty. It was full of promises he hadn’t made yet, and the war he was preparing to wage in my name. I turned toward him then, finally facing those eyes that seemed to see every crack in me and somehow still held me like I was whole. “I want to get a tattoo.” He blinked. “A tattoo? The one you mentioned about the other day?” he asked. Finally he spoke.

After the near rape incident the first few months I was there, we had the tattoos done on our left arm to signify we were all one, part of the same group. A sigil of each pack combined into one tattoo. A wolf’s head with long fangs for Venom Fang, the crescent moon above its head for Crescent Moon Lucius’s pack, The forest behind it for the Black Forest pack that Johnny comes from, a red river at the bottom for Dex’s pack the Blood River Pack and the night sky, for the Dark Night Pack where Brent is from. They all have the same one. Heading out into the living room, I see them all sitting around chatting and laughing when they all look at me.

Kai shot back, “Cousins fall in love sometimes.” Martin gagged. “That only happens in those deranged dark romance books you read. Stop reading that nonsense.” “They’re my therapy.” “Get new therapy.” Martin started the car but paused. “Ray… be careful of that kid.” Kai frowned. “I thought you liked him like five minutes ago.” Martin’s tone changed. Quiet. Serious. “When I shook his hand, I saw a tattoo on his wrist. Not the whole thing, but enough to know it looked like that gang insignia. The one with the inverted triangle. I didn’t see the full bug symbol but… I swear I’ve seen something like that before.”

As long as it wouldn't hurt anyone. I got Max's call after a few minutes. Walking away from the men who were mopping the floor, I took the call. “Any news?” “Yes, my alpha. The tattoo belonged to the men of the Scorpion Syndicate. That's their symbol mark. It's of a skull being pierced by an axe and an arrow prodding from its left eye. I can't be wrong about that.” “I see.”

i spent the whole day inside crying, sleeping, angry at the moon goddess for abandoning me when I needed her and later falling asleep to a dream fulled with horror, terror and pain. my alarm woke me up and for once i appreciated the shrieking noise that broke into the deadly silence in my room. i walked to the bathroom in a daze and made sure i avoided the mirror as i was not in the mood to be jumpscared. i dressed in a black leggings and a grey hoodie with BTS imprinted on the front in purple colour at the chest area. as soon as i opened my dorm door i was engulfed in a bone crushing bear hug by Chase and as much as i appreciated it i also need breath as he was literally crushing me.

I nodded to myself. "Isla." Another guy introduced himself shortly. Then he subtly pointed to the back of his ear which I could barely see but I assumed that that where his BRIT tattoo was located. He's the tallest but he got the same body type as Rhyme, though Isla's biceps and triceps seemed more defined. He looked like a gym dude compare to the two. But honestly speaking, they're good-looking people with different auras.

She gazes at me in a hazy pleasure of confusion. “We can’t fuck with clothes on. They might get in the way. Undress, Princess.” I command as I begin to remove my own clothes. Toni nods her head as she makes haste to remove her clothes. Her eyes soak me up as she studies my tattoos with her eyes. Leo, Trey, Shane, and Igor all have an obsession with tattoos. I have full sleeves, my chest, ribs, and a couple on my legs. I notice Toni has a thigh tattoo. It’s a ribbon of lace that wraps around her thing, but on the other thigh there is a gun holstered in the lace thigh strap. I know she has a cupcake on the back of her left thigh that she and Lucy got when they opened their bake shop.

"I tend to do stupid things... What if I… hurt you?" Bitter laughter escaped his throat. "That's impossible. I made sure of it." Then he took a deep breath and waved his hands over his chest, taking off his glamour spell and revealing a series of tattoos. I instantly recognized one of them—a triskelion. The Celtic symbol looked exactly as I remembered it from my dream, and before I knew it—just like in my vision—I reached out my hand to touch it.