Adventure Ink Novels & Stories

) sighs and scratches the back of his neck. "It's my ink. Every member of the Stanzolio filiation ink unique to it's body. The emergence of this mark appears when person and their partner copulates. A partner's demise or betrayal will result in the other partner's ink disappearing. This disappearance is accoumpanied with pain like no other. Mine first emerged when I laid with Christine. She bears one as well. The importance of the family ink is something you can never comprehend. They signify something greater than love," I take in Stan's words and process the absolute fuckery that is going on.

She was more concerned about something else. "Is there a way to ease the pain in case it hurts too much?" She asked with slight fear. Damien assuringly answered her every query with patience. "For smaller tatts, we can use a numbing cream. For bigger ones, numbing cream and over-the-counter pain killers would do. I can also help you with the aftercare if you want the ink somewhere out of your reach," Damien stated.

Cade slipped off his jacket to hang up in his bedroom, but he took a step back when Quinn leaned forward to study the ink on his arms. “Sorry.” Quinn smiled at him. “I didn’t mean to startle you. Is that your work?” “Some,” Cade said, glancing at it indifferently. “I go to different artists to do the ink. I like their work. You like tattoos?” “I always have.” Quinn took off his own jacket and pushed up the sleeves of his sweater to reveal full sleeves of work. “Nice!” Cade leaned forward to study Quinn’s arms. “That’s Jack Booker, isn’t it?”