Ares Tattoo Simple Novels & Stories

Sofia could only imagine the pain he must have endured to get such a significant tattoo in that location. Overwhelmed by emotions, she looked up at Leonardo's face. He was watching her intently, biting his lip, and holding his breath, anxiously awaiting her reaction. With her heart pounding, she returned her gaze to the tattoo, tracing her finger gently over the beautifully curved letters of her name. The first 'S' was artfully curved at the bottom, forming a heart, while the last 'A' extended into the shape of a heartbeat. The design was exquisite, and Sofia couldn't help but feel deeply touched by this display of affection.

Simple. For today, the plan was simple, to get a tattoo on the back maybe on her shoulder blades, something small feminine but cool. It was first and something she was really excited about since she wanted the tattoo on the back, she chose a light yellow playsuit with a button on the back, so when she gets it. It doesn’t become awkward.

The tattoo artist, with experience and skill, prepared his tools, ready to capture the Leo constellation behind the young woman's ear. The rays of the studio's dim light highlighted Athena's delicate porcelain skin, creating a subtle contrast with the dark ink that would soon adorn her skin. The tattoo artist, with secure and precise hands, began to carefully trace the points that would form the celestial figure. Athena closed her eyes, feeling the slight vibration of the tattoo machine on her skin. A sensation of itching and warmth took hold of her, but it was pleasant; rather, it was as if the stars themselves were dancing on her skin. The tattoo artist, immersed in his art, glided the nee

“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

he announced. I slowly left his waist and then my eyes fell on his bare waist and I was taken aback. My nails had dug so deep that it started bleeding. "I.. I'm sorry," I blurted out. He looked at his injuries and smiled. "It's nothing," he muttered. I nodded. After that, he sprayed a foam like liquid on my shoulder and wiped it off with a tissue, and post that, he made me look at my tattoo in the mirror. The moment I looked at the tattoo I went silent. It was a simple and minimalistic tattoo, but it looked beautiful in my shoulder. The tattoo had the lines of heat beating on an ecg machine and a heart shape drawn in the middle of it.

“I wish I had that kind of influence.” “Well, if it’s true... could you, I don’t know, ask him to be easy on me?” “I’m not seeing him, Tracy,” Arda said, her smile fading. Tracy nodded, seeming embarrassed. “Okay. See you around.” As Tracy nervously brushed the back of her hand over her forehead, Arda noticed something. Just under her thin- strapped bracelet on her inner wrist, a small sun-shaped mark caught her eye. “That’s an interesting tattoo,” Arda remarked, pointing at it.

He texted me the address, when I got there Kenzo was standing outside of a tattoo parlor. "I feel really bad for making things weird between us. This is my way of saying sorry. I hope we can back to normal after this." I gave Kenzo a hug, "thank you! I am so excited!" We went in and the tattoo artist designed two tattoo's based on my wishes. I wanted to get some small flowers on my shoulder and Elias’ name on my wrist. It didn’t hurt as much as I thought and I was so happy with how it looked. Because I am a werewolf the tattoo would heal much faster than on a human. I gave Kenzo another hug after we left the parlor.

V GOD! His chest is a-fucking-mazing! I won't be mad if he never wears another shirt. GASPS! O.M.G! Did he really..? "You got my name tattooed on you?!" I excitedly shriek. He has 'MY KEYA' tattooed on his abs in Old English font. Curved kinda like how Tupac has 'Thug Life' tattooed on his abs! Wow he must be really crazy about me! I am starting to fall for this guy, hard!

She thanked Missi and reached to close the door. Missi turned to leave. She was wearing a dark gray sleeveless shirt, and Leesa found her eyes drawn to a blue tattoo on the back of Missi’s right shoulder. The tattoo was heart-shaped and looked like it was fashioned out of blue flames. The blue fire immediately made Leesa think of Rave. She hadn’t seen him in over a week, which was at least a week too long as far as she was concerned. If she ever got brave enough to get a tattoo, she decided she would get one similar to Missi’s. A heart made out of blue fire would be the perfect symbol if her love for Rave. She smiled as she wondered what kind of tattoo Rave could get to display his love for

“I’m here for a tattoo.” He leaned back, arms folding across his broad chest. The motion made the fabric of his shirt strain. “You? A tattoo?” He laughed, low and cruel. “Let me guess. Tiny heart on your wrist? Or maybe a quote about ‘strength’ in some flowery script so everyone knows how deep you are.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the design. “Lower back. Crescent moon with vines. I have the reference.”