Athena Tattoo Novels & Stories

I had absolutely no idea that he even used one of those. There was something about the way the frame sat on his face that made it look extremely hot. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal the tattoo on his forearm which had fascinated me the first time we saw. I could feel the drool building up in the back of my throat, as I stared at him completely unable to avert my gaze. “What do you want, Athena?” he asked, in a very soft and inviting voice. I cleared my throat in order to bring myself back to reality, as I walked further into the room.

I thought I was about to be found out. “But Athena, I noticed something…” she said, clearly thinking. “Aaron kinda looks like Sir Zach. Like a carbon copy,” she added, shocking me. Good thing I had already swallowed the water I was drinking, or I might’ve choked. Dear God, I thought no one would notice, but someone did. Why doesn’t my child look like me? Why does he have to look just like his father? “Y-You’re just seeing things, you’re crazy,” I said, avoiding her gaze.

“You never were.” They stared at the mark together. Then Aria whispered, “Come back to me.” Somewhere, far away — chained in golden light, Athena opened her eyes. And smiled. Still bound. Still burning. Still waiting. But not for long.

Or maybe it’s her stance, or her words. As you wish. Vincent said that to me once, if I can recall. Athena frowns, and touches her face. “Is something the matter?” It can’t be, right? I mean I would know if my boyfriend and my bodyguard are related. “Do you have any siblings?” I ask. Athena shakes her head slowly. The tips of her bob brushes her chin and she tucks the stray strands behind her ear. “I’m an only child, unfortunately.”

he said in a low voice. “It's just a fancy dress, stop making it weird,” I muttered and saw Gideon approaching in my peripherals. He was holding my necklace in his fingers. “Wear this to complete the image,” he said gruffly, and I looked up at him, biting my bottom lip. “But that's for another, I am not the chosen Goddess,” I responded. Gideon grinned slightly and said, “It was made for you, Athena. Trust me, the Moon Goddess insisted." Furrowing my brow, I asked Gavin to clasp it around my neck, and he nodded as he took the stunning necklace and neared my back.

I recalled Neth mentioning his name. The guy smiled and leaned closer to the screen to get a better look at me. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, catching my attention and revealing his reddened lips. “Yeah. It’s nice to see you again…” His gaze fixed on me. “Athena Aine…” I gasped. My eyes widened a bit. How did he know my second name? And what does he mean by ‘again’?

They always wanted something, and nothing was ever good enough for them. This made me think of Isabella. She was also like that before. I thought she had no desires other than being with me, but the debit alerts I kept getting after handing her my card told me otherwise. Then finally, my mind drifted over to Athena. She wasn’t greedy. She wasn’t selfish. She wasn’t self-serving. In fact, she was always looking for ways to please me, to make me like her more and more. She was the one always bending over backwards to see what would make me happy, to make me enjoy her presence.

She already knew what designs she would get next. --- The following night was the most intense yet. Aria had added two more tattoos that afternoon — a dark moon and stars across the back of her neck and shoulders, and a chain of ancient runes along her left thigh that ended with an arrow pointing directly at her pussy. Eight tattoos now. When they awakened, the entities were almost fully solid. They looked like beautiful, dangerous men made of shadow and ink. They didn’t just fuck her. They worshipped and ruined her at the same time.

Athena had already accepted everything thus she couldn't withdraw and go back on her words. Besides, it was rare for a person to have two identities so she took it without hesitation because she found it favorable on her side now that she was aiming at something. She got plans and being ZENITH MONROE is a good counter for those who loathed her as Athena Stanford.

It ought to be written on each and every line of my face, She arches her back, thrusting her breasts out. They’re full and heavy, and I prefer nothing than to take her tough nipples in my hungry mouth. The urge to join her builds inside of me, however I didn't move. I have to appreciate this moment. She’s so goddamn attractive it makes my chest hurt. Athena turns below the cascade of water, giving me a terrific view of her round ass. It’s like a firm, ripe peach that I favor to take a chunk out of.