Vinnie Hacker Back Tattoo Novels & Stories

But this one has all my work and sketches I have been working on. Including the one I have for the Raider tattoo. " Merigold I know I saw the one you did for Tank and the one on your back. And I'm impressed. But Merigold, these are incredible." he says. He sees the one I wanted to talk to him about. He points to it. “ For dad?” he asks. I just nod. “ Like I said. Incredible. And I will be proud to wear it.” Viper says. I can’t help but smile. He always makes me feel good. "What's incredible?" I turn and see Casper beside me. Viper stands to shake his hand. Viper sits back down and Casper takes the seat across from me. Viper slides my portfolio across the table to him and points. " These are

He said to me as he saw me draw my knife. "What is going on?." He asked. Is he kidding?. "You're one of them!, You SLIMY SON OF B*TCH!!...you made me believe you!." I was already feeling the pain of betrayal tugging at my heart. He had the viper tattoo on the side of his neck. He was wearing a high neck so I didn't notice it earlier. It was as he rubbed his neck and the clothing shifted that I noticed it. "Hold on... Kara let me explain!." He gestured for me to be calm.

"I am sorry, Dennis. I don't want to cause trouble for you and Shana. I only show you that Erik also has the same tattoo as me" Dennis was silent for a few seconds trying to calm down and gather his thoughts together. Eventually, he nodded his head and made his way to sit back down. He looked at Bethany expectantly for her to start talking. But instead of talking, Bethany takes his hand and kisses the back of his hand. " Do you want to see my other Tattoo? Same of in at my back, some at my thigh and near my sensitive area. Now, I'm thinking of doing it at Butt"

Winnie recognized the body as mine immediately. There was a small tattoo on the back of my hand. It was initially a burn scar I got while cooking when Winnie and I lived together. After it healed, it left a raised mark shaped like a tiny flower, so I decided to get a flower tattoo over it. Though decayed now, the tattoo was still visible. My fingertips, however… Winnie's heart twisted in agony. All my fingernails had been pulled out, my bones broken inch by inch. I was hanging from a pillar, wrists drooping at odd angles.

“We will be fine. We probably just need the right people in our lives… and get rid of this itch on my back.” I frowned as she hesitated before turning her back to me, wordlessly asking me to scratch her back for her. I couldn’t help but smile as I slowly unzipped her dress, taking in the flawlessness of her back and the tiny tattoo that was there right at the middle of her lower back. It was clearly an infinity sign, with a tiny drawing of the moon on each side of the loops. Extremely identical to the earrings and necklace I gave her. I opened my eyes to ask her when she got a tattoo.

" I don't get it. What's that supposed to mean? I mean how does this concern the situation I'm in right now." She sighs and pulls her crop top above her head. She turns around and asks me to glance at her back. I did and there's a tattoo on her back and it's so little. Omertà is tattooed on her back. Gray got that tattoo , I've seen it on Nick too. She turns to look at me and put on her shirt.

Immediately, I jerked my eyes upward. Too late. Those butt cheeks can’t leave my head, not for a very long time. I hated that my face was getting hot. Then I noticed the tattoos. A black raven stretched across his back, its wings half-spread on the back of his shoulders as though caught between flight and stillness. On his right shoulder was a black serpent curled over his left pec, glaring at the raven with so much intensity while the raven looked lonely and, worse, sad. More ink trailed across his back. Script. Symbols. Lines disappearing beneath fabric.

Then the black tee. Elena watched, mesmerized. Without the suit or the hoodie, the full extent of his ink was visible. A massive vulture was tattooed across his back, its wings stretching to his shoulders. Scars—some from blades, some from bullets—marred his bronze skin like a map of a violent life. "You're staring again, sweetheart," Julian said, stepping toward her. He looked like a pagan god of war. "I've never seen so much of you," she whispered.

Sonia didn’t seem convinced by my words but decided to let me be. I went back to work and tried to focus, but my mind wasn’t at rest. I kept thinking of him, my parents' killer. I knew I wasn’t mistaken. He was the one. The tattoo was exactly the same. It was well-crafted and spectacular, not just an ordinary scorpion tattoo but has a signature sign. Something written in foreign letters beside the tattoo; such a tattoo couldn’t be found anywhere else. This tattoo was etched into my memory. Every time I blinked, the image of that scorpion tattoo flashed before my eyes. I wasn’t mistaken. It was him.

Edna replied leaning back on the chair looking at him expressionless. "And what's that?" He asked tilting his head to the side. Edna's gaze fell to the tattoo which was on his neck peeking out from the collar of his black crisp shirt, looking like a Hawk. "I like that tattoo." Edna chin pointed towards his tattoo since her hands were tied behind her back. Vincent knotted his brows and looked slightly taken aback from her comment but nonetheless nodded at her. "The question is who tied my hands?" Edna spat through gritted teeth, clenching her fist. Vincent looked at her curiously as his brow shot up in amusement. He sure didn't think of this question.