Novel & Cerita Uncommon Unique Shoulder Tattoos Female

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

His other shoulder is clearly marked with a symbol that I know all too well, and it makes me pale instantly, my blood running cold, as he turns enough to make it visible. It’s the ancient symbol for RA the sun god, bestowed upon all hunters as a tribute when they make their first kill of a supernatural. There’s no other reason for it and I have never seen a human with a tattoo of this design. They wouldn’t have ever seen it as it disappeared with the hunters.

“And today’s business was…mafia business?” “A bit of both, but I can’t say much about it for now,” I admit, then I point to my left shoulder. “The eight-pointed stars tattooed on my shoulders is a Bratva insignia. You’ll see most of my men with the same tattoo, although I’m the only one with the same stars tattooed on my knees.” She’s quiet for a few seconds as she seems to be thinking it over, then she lays back and sighs. “That indicates that you’re in a higher position?” she asks, and I nod. “Ah, okay.”

I'd been so shocked by his arrival, I hadn't noticed her till that moment. The woman was beyond skinny and wearing a pink tank top, bikini-cut black panties, and nothing else. Her left shoulder was tattooed with an oversized, coiled snake - sliding and slithering its way down her arm. Her hair was so light, it was nearly white, and she'd cut it sharp to right below her ears.

They’re all tall, cut, and have the same natural confidence that Justus does. They all have tattoos like Justus, too, the same intricate maze of lines and spirals that wind around the simple outlines of boats or trees or fish, draped over their right shoulder, arm, and torso like a shawl. The older the male, the further their tattoos stretch down their right sides to their thighs. Some have tattoos all the way down the tops of their right foot. Even the oldest males seem willing and able to shred an interloper to pieces. There are so many cocks nestled in such thick pelts.

Damien’s shoulder. She had seen it before without paying much attention, the large tattoo resting against his skin on his shoulder like something decorative, something chosen. It was shaped like a flower, dark and detailed, but the more she thought about it now, the more something about it stood out. It didn’t align the way it should have. The lines felt forced, slightly uneven, as though the design had been shaped around something else instead of standing on its own. It carried a subtle imperfection that didn’t match the man who wore it.

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

And if you complain too much, I'll start rolling on you. With a little effort, Elena managed to get his shirt off and was amazed at how many tattoos he had. The room was only dimly lit – a lamp was turned on in the left corner of the bed – so she couldn't see very well, but she could see the shape of some of them. His left shoulder had some sort of tribal tattoo, very detailed, full of shapes and not leaving too much skin exposed. The rest of her arm had a fire snake that went all the way to the wrist, which is why she had never seen it, as she had only seen him in long sleeved shirts and they were hidden all the time.

Her tattoo was a uniquely carved half moon and it rested just a little below her chin, and I’d know that tattoo even if i was awoken from a trance that lasted a million years because it was the same tattoo that I’d been given the minute i clocked 16, and it was in that exact same location. My head spun as I stared back at it and I blinked rapidly to check if my eyes were deceiving me or not. All of the women from my pack that had been born into royalty or had some form of relation to the royal lineage had that tattoo, and I’d assumed that I would be the last person to ever walk the face of the earth with it.

He never really mentioned her much, but they had issues. LuciferessX: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves… Reign707: I’ll try not to Lol. You owe me a picture, remember? Of your new tattoo? Oh yeah! I look down at my right shoulder. I had a tattoo of vines, with small thorns and red roses that spread from my shoulder down the right side of my breast and to my waist, as well as the full sleeve of my right arm. Well, if he wants a picture…