Uncommon Unique Shoulder Tattoos Female Novels & Stories

Present: We are now back in our UC mansion, which we won from a battle and also the largest mansion in here. "Dude, I found some information about the girl with the tattoo on her face, it's just a bit of information but it might help a little, I admit I had a hard time getting it." Raynel said, holding out a black folder. I took it and read through it. Name: Unkown Age: 20 (estimated age) Code Name: Violet Gender: Female Identification: She has a tattoo on the left side of her face. A tribal tattoo. (Obviously)

I whispered, frowning as he pointed to my shoulder. I gasped softly, seeing the spot on my skin. The mark was about the size of a crescent-shaped thumbprint on my left shoulder. Its deep, rich brown color reminds me of a chestnut shell. The mark was slightly raised with a subtle texture that seemed to shift in the light, like the gentle curve of a shell. I could swear I was only seeing this for the first time. I had stripped so many times, gazing into the mirror, but I had never seen such a thing in my life until now.

And I can't stop cursing over that. She has tanned skin, black curls, and a horizontal Hebrew tattoo on her right shoulder. Her heavy lower lips and pointed chin are unfortunately seductive. The maroon matte lipstick that she wears is the only thing she wears. They are naked and laughing on a messy bed. His big hand is on her small body – her shoulder specifically. Grabbing her and giggling with her as he does with me. I think I have been knowing someone else all my entire life.

even with my capped sleeve she can see my shoulder is sans tattoo. “I was told to get a discreet one, so it’s disguised on my back.” She looks confused. “What do you mean?” “Apparently, they can work the runes into any pattern or shape, or hide them. Sage designed an amazing phoenix and worked the runes into it. I’ll show you later.” “What?” Her eyes widen. “I just got the boring Task Force circle. You’re telling me I could’ve gotten something nice instead?” I laugh. “Yep. Sorry.” “Man.” She huffs. “That’s unfair.”

A second masked man had appeared and had succinctly sneaked up to deliver the blow. Fuck it! Fuck being weak! Before my consciousness went off, I caught sight of the tattoo mark on the shoulder of the second man. His sleeveless arm featured the tattoo of a tiger, a snake and a crown. That insignia was very familiar. But my brain couldn't conjure where I had seen it before. I kept staring at it as my eyes shuttered to a close, just then an image popped up in my mind's eye. Wait….what the actual hell?

I refilled it and she took a long sip off the top before handing it back. "I'm Nico," she volunteered as I took a drink. "Thomas," I said as she took the mug from my hands. A black widow tattoo decorated the inside of her left wrist and another tattoo, green vines twisting and choking a broken clockwork, adorned her right bicep. I counted at least nine different piercings in her ears and eyebrow. She was short, almost a foot shorter than me, with a slight build. At first glance she appeared frail but I noticed the way the cords stood out on her arms as she randomly plucked textbooks off my shelf and thumbed through them before replacing them in the wrong location. "Nico's a unique name," I s

She felt a heat that started between her thighs and radiated throughout her body. Holy… On his right shoulder, there was a large tribal tattoo, all sharp black strokes that reminded her of lightning. He paused for a moment and raked his arm across his forehead, glancing up as he did. She instantly stepped back from the window, embarrassed to have been caught spying on him.

She boldly bent to kiss my neck, and her lips slid along my shoulder, pushing black silk out of the way. She undid the buttons slowly, her lips following along as she did so. She bared my chest, smooth and hard, with a few tattoos I no longer paid any attention to. One was a skull that Id had done when I was a teenager and full of anger. Another, a slash down my right side, was a black panther stretched out along the slim expanse. Yet another, on my left pec, was a revolver, another stupid choice of a teenager. Id have them covered when I could be bothered.