Achilles Tattoo Novels & Stories

My fingers ached to explore the sculpted lines, the subtle indentations, to trace the hidden contours of his body, to delve into the unspoken depths of his soul. I reached out, my hand drawn as if by an invisible force, my fingertips lightly tracing the intricate tattoo that adorned his right bicep. The inked design, a complex tapestry of swirling lines and ancient symbols, stood out in stark relief against the rich, bronze tone of his skin. He shivered slightly at the delicate touch, a subtle, involuntary response that sent a thrilling jolt of awareness coursing through me, a tangible sign of the power I held over him. I lingered on the intricate pattern, following the sweeping lines and in

He had expected a crowd but was proven wrong, and he felt it was much better this way because he could have some private time with her. “The ladies’ room is over there,” Nicholas said, pulling off his robe and draping it over a chair. With only a pair of swimming trunks on, he revealed his well-built chest and those perfectly defined abdominal muscles. His legs were strong and muscular, and on his left side, there was a Roman numeral tattoo: ​ V•V•MCMLXXXVIII ​ “Curious about my tattoo? You’re staring quite hard, Portia,” he asked with a smile. ​

"Can you give me the honor of a dance?” He wore a tunic of light fabric and the same shade of gold as me, with some open buttons, revealing the muscular and tattooed chest. Right in the center of the chest, there was an eagle with its mouth and wings open, it was large and proved to be very sure of itself on its flight. Descending through the abdomen the symbols of crosses stained the golden skin.

He replied, "It's nothing, Miss Sophia. How may I help you?" Nancy didn't want to stare upward at Charles' masculine chest, though she caught a glimpse of the star tattoo on his chest. Charles has an eagle tattoo on his left arm and a cross symbol on his right arm. He said to Nancy, "I will be out soon, please wait." Charles quickly dashed back into his room, took a shirt, wore it, and stepped back out still tying only a white towel around his waist. He asked her, "What do you want, Miss Sophia?"

“No way. I can take it. This tattoo is important to me, Alex.” I grin at her response. That’s my Stella—stubborn and determined to the core. She bites her lip, and her grip on my hand tightens as the needle continues its work. I stroke her knuckles with my thumb, hoping to ease some of her discomfort. “Just think about how amazing it’ll look once it’s done.” She grins at me. “I can’t wait.” Minutes later, the artist finishes, and the designs are perfect. On my wrist, the heart has the letter ‘S’ inscribed inside, and on hers, an elegant A.

It was the first time she looked at Alec, without having to look away out of shame from some phrase said by him. After a week without seeing him, Evie had noticed that Alec was growing a beard and had some gaps on the side. On his neck, there were three birthmarks, which looked like the three marias stars. Alec only had tattoos on his arms and none seemed to have any meaning, as they were just random drawings. A little below the figure he had tattooed, was a band, protecting the wound that had been made by one of the bullets.

Then with a nudge of his head, he asked, "Do you need help? With your wounds that is?" Achilles seemed to study him, his black eyes looking wary and distrustful but he eventually nodded, showing his arm that had deep cut marks on them. Loukas found himself a stool and sat, taking an ointment that out of his cloak pockets then slowly dabbed it on the man's arms. Which were quite muscular by the way. Perhaps if the male was not so indifferent to everything, he could have tried getting him to - "You are babying it." Achilles voice woke him from his little trance, his now half erection becoming quite noticeable as he crossed his legs and said, "Well, forgive me if I am gentle but that is the way

“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.

Lug Nut Watching Ailee get marked was a dream come true. Just one more step to making her all mine. The last thing is getting my ring on her finger. And that isn’t very far off. Six months isn’t long compared to the lifetime we are going to spend together. I’m not paying attention to Mick. The guy working on my tattoo. He has done some of my work before so I’m not worried. My eyes are glued to Tank and Ailee. Not that I don’t trust him. I trust the man with my life and my girl. I just like seeing Ailee’s tattoo come to life. Merigold has customized all the tattoos for the ol’e ladies but this one Ailee put in her thoughts as well. Most ol’e ladies have the tattoo on their back or chest. Not

He links as he pouts at me I can tell a smile is trying to replace his pout. I laugh as the group looks between us, Ajax just smirks at me and looks away. I love my marks, but I will have to cover them when I go to my granparents they look like I have a little tattoo at the base of my neck on each side one a star and one a moon both with a wolf howling at it, they're each around two inches In size amd very detailed so they're definitely noticeable. They're perfect.