Undertaker Sara Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

She had some pink hidden in the back for our girls. I took her hand in mine and looked at the tattoo she had gotten; "AARO" and "ERO" were on her wrist. She had gotten the tattoo together with most of our family and friends. Everyone who knew they were alive now had a tattoo somewhere on their body to remind them of why they were doing this and to never stop searching. Leia looked at me, "what?" "Remember what you said to me? Let’s not waste time on regrets or past mistakes, but instead move forward. Let’s talk to Sara and Bruce together."

“Don’t get your panties in a twist. She wouldn’t have felt a thing. See this here tattoo? This symbol blocks the mate bond. It allows me to live my life the way I see fit. Besides I needed that just as you did” “No. I didn’t need anything. I…” “Oh please. You and your sister rocked up here all tooty snooty. Your no fucking better than the rest of us. Fucking me just fucking grounded your uptight ass” “Who’s your wife?” “Sara” “You are fucking joking. Well, she isn’t going to help me now is she. Does she know her husband is a sleaze ball?” I went to say more when the back of Todd’s hand connected with my cheek, the force knocking me to the ground.

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

She said after a moment of silence as I frowned. I looked back at her. “What birthmark?” Sara looked shocked. “You’ve never seen it?” I shook my head. “No. Where?” “Just under her ear. On the side of her neck.” “I haven’t actually looked there.” Sara let out a slow breath. “How are we all this blind?” I didn’t say anything. She looked mad. She took a step closer. “That mark… I’ve seen it somewhere. I don’t know when or where, but that symbol means something.”

Nate's hold on my hand tightens into a grip. Gosh, Killer is so massive. The side of his forehead is plastered with a bandage dotted with a large red stain, which is obviously blood. His upper lip is split, the bruise now swollen with a purple colouration. A long straight scar runs from the left side of his mouth up towards his earlobe. He is shirtless, his black tattoos covering every inch of the skin of his neck and chest and shoulders and abdomen. His tattoos make me wonder why Nate doesn't have even one. I thought it is like a formal tradition for all fighters to have at least two or more tattoos on their bodies. But damn, this guy's tattoos are like legions of dark ink crawling all over

"Where's your evidence? And where's why you can identify her?" Liam points at her right hand that's barely covered by the white clothe. "That small upside down cross tattoo over there." "A lot of people have tattoos there, same tattoo at the same exact spot. What makes her different?" "This..." He pulls up his own turtle neck sleeve and shoes the doctor the same exact tattoo on his own wrist. Ivy looked on, shocked because she has never seen the tattoo before. "You see this mark here? It looks like an upside down cross to every other simple minded person but what it actually is a kite." He flicks his wrist around to his own point of view and they see it. "We had a master tattoo master do it

She blushed as she rubbed his chest. He had the tattoo of skulls, like a cemetery on his body and a cross tattoo that had a snake wrapped around it with its tongue out. “Okay, enough of all these adoration. Do you remember we have to dispose him before he wakes up??” I snapped her out of whatever imaginations she was currently harbouring.

[Carys] I signed the sale agreement and slid the file across the table to Joshua. He checked the documents. “Perfect,” he said. His gaze dropped to my cleavage. I cleared my throat. He looked into my eyes. The notification lit up on my phone screen. “Money received. Thanks,” I said and got up from the chair. “That scar on your chest… how did you get it?” Joshua asked. “Got it tattooed by the most famous tattoo artist in Xafran,” I said.

she sniffled and nodded "yeah she's really cool" "well I gotta go, aye whats your name I don't want to get you confused with the other one" "I'm Tamara" she lefted her wrist and showed my a tiny tattoo of a semicolon "for Lisa, no one even knows I have it; but its one thing me and my sister don't have in common. A way to tell us apart" I nodded my head and got into my car "thanks for telling me and sorry for your loss" "thank you and thanks for listening"