Woman Shushing Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

The woman lifted an eyebrow. Seira's gaze went over to Hunter and the gleam in his crimson eyes told her to proceed. She nodded at the question and stretched out her hand, exposing her wrist, flinching when the woman abruptly stood up and ambled over to her, clasping her wrist and scrutinizing the mark. "A half moon mark!" She breathed, looking up to meet Seira's eyes. "Why is there a half?" Seira's eyes dilated in disbelief when the woman grasped her wrist tightly, all signs of tenderness in her blue eyes evaporating. "I-I swear, it's just a tattoo. My sister thought it was cool and drew it on my wrist,"

“What do you mean by that?” “Exactly what I mean. Your mark isn’t something to be messed with, especially when it is personally bestowed and favored by the moon goddess. It is already given that if there is something that covers it, it will be devoured by the mark. So, I can only help this much and pray that my tattoo that covers your back won’t vanish after you take off your shirt in front of them.” Shelly had already resigned to fate. Even Loraine, who had heard Shelly’s explanation, couldn’t help but to massage her temples and let out a deep sigh.

She pushed him away, confused by the feelings, his touch evoked. "what's that?" he asked, locking his lips and pretending not to notice her discomfort, curious about the tattoo meaning. "A knot," she replied. "To show how twisted you are? he asked, confused on why it had to be a knot she tattooed on her neck. "To show how strong I am," she defended. "A figure-of- eight knot, the hardest to undo." "There's no knot too hard for me to undo, just by kissing their tattoos, girls loosen up," he whispered closely.

“Err, yeah. What can I do for you?” She smiled, showing off a set of perfectly white, straight teeth. “I want a tattoo.” “Ok, what are you thinking about getting?” I asked. “I want this.” She took a piece of paper out of her purse and passed it to me. It was a picture of a compass, an arrow pointing to the North. The caption said, “Don’t look back, you’re not going that way.” It was a pretty powerful message. I looked back up at her face, looking closely, I could see the worry lines, the fear behind those beautiful honey-colored eyes. “What’s your name?” I asked her. “Why?” she asked, almost defensively. “Just interested, that’s all. This will take me around an hour to do, it would be nice i

So I let the words come. “I have this… strange crescent tattoo on my upper back. I don’t know what it means.” Her expression shifted, but only slightly. She didn’t look surprised. Not exactly. But not indifferent either. “You shouldn’t think about it,” she said, softly. “Why?” Her eyes wandered down the hallway, distant. “Some things… should be ignored for greater good.” “For greater good?” I echoed. She blinked, as if suddenly remembering I was still in front of her. “Forget my cryptic words.”

“I have a surprise for you and it’s hiding under the panties.” Creighton’s eyes lit up as he reached for the elastic band, raising an eyebrow at her. Sandra’s blush deepened as she nodded, and he slowly pulled them off her body. His hands froze, looking at the hidden message, smiling at her brightly. Chang moved in to snap a few additional photos, while Creighton stared, speechlessly at her hairless body. In dark sapphire blue ink, just above the slit of her labia, CWA was tattooed across her pubic area, a pair of handcuffs connected the first and last letters. Creighton looked into her face with awe…she had branded herself as his, forever.

touched the spot between her neck and shoulder, “It’s going hurt. After I bite you, a mark will appear there and it will be similar to a tattoo. It’s a way to show people that we are mates and it will also be one of a kind. No one else will bare the same markings. They are unique to every mated pair of wolves.” Her eyes got slightly bigger and she bit her bottom lip as I watched her think on what I just said, “So do I mark you too?” Her question made me stop to think. How would she mark me? She has no canines and she is not a wolf. The Goddess must know a way but I couldn’t outright ask her, “I’m not too sure. I didn’t even think of that. I’m guessing we will just see how it goes and work f

It was quite tasty. 'PS, you've hidden quite deep. I never expected that you'd have such an amazing charm hidden under the plain look that you portray daily. It was a real eye-opener.' 'Also, I never thought you would have a tattoo in such a location. It seems like you're not as plain and innocent as you appear to everyone else. Hehehe.' Upon reading the last line, a light blush formed on Shirona Yui's face, and her legs were unintentionally clamped together. The reason behind this stems from the fact that she has a small butterfly tattoo on her left inner thigh.

And then I see it. Her shirt has ridden up slightly, revealing a mark just above her waist. I freeze. It isn’t a normal tattoo. It pulses faintly, alive. Black and silver ink weaving like smoke beneath her skin. That thing… marked her. My chest tightens, a roaring in my ears. I know what it means when a wolf marks someone: it’s a claim. A bond. But what does it mean when a creature like that does it? Does it mean he owns her?

She finally fell back onto my chest, sighing. She mumbled softly, again something I didn't understand. "What did you say?" She smiled. "I'm sorry, just something in Masai. If we stay together I'll tell you. Right now, be happy I said it, even if you don't know what it is." She refused to say more. Changing the subject, I asked her about the tattoo she had on that cute little butt. "It's a Masai shield over crossed spears. It's the same design as the one on our national flag. What does yours mean?" she said, tracing the outline on my bicep.