Black Rose Tattoo Cover Up Novels & Stories

“I’m Tony. What can I do for you today, ladies?” “I want to cover this,” I said, showing the scar. “With a rose.” He studied it thoughtfully. “I can work with that. Red petals, black leaves maybe? We’ll make it look like the scar was meant to be there.” Chris bounced on her heels. “Oooh, get a thorn wrapping around it, like beauty with a bite.” "Very edgy, perfect," the artist commented. "You in?" he asked me. I grinned. “Sold.”

Beatrice protested as she scanned what Rose was wearing. ‘What is she trying to do? Is she trying to look weak on purpose?’ Beatrice fumed internally. ‘This conference is meant to prove the video was false, not the opposite! If anything bad happens to my son, you’ll pay for it!’ she seethed. Rose’s eyes filled with tears as she replied meekly, “Dr. Noah said makeup could cause scarring if applied before my cuts heal. But I thought it would look too obvious without anything, so I used a little to cover most of them.”

I hoped he didn’t expect me to eat it, because I would refuse. Turning to me, he dipped two digits in and scooped up a goop full. “It’s a poultice of things I found out here to apply to your tattoo and conceal it. I couldn’t make anything to match your skin tone, so I went for your hair color.” He lifted his eyes and studied my face a moment before motioning with his chin. “Look that way, will you?” His words were soft and encouraging, so I tipped my face to the side. He reached out, and I sucked in a breath at contact.

"A little information. There's an invisible tattoo that lights up on her arm. Or if I had to say, the tattoo I'm referring to reacted when it matched the location of Zever's heart." That was right when Theo's rage nearly destroyed Verasco. He was already helpless, but the faint flashes of conspicuousness pulled Verasco back to consciousness. As he recalled, on Rose's left arm there was a tattoo of a rose blending in with the color of her skin, which came to the surface, even as each line of the red petals glowed gold. Verasco would not have seen any of that had Rose not tried to prevent and restrain Theo by clinging to the man from behind—a touch on the chest. Unfortunately at the same time

He raised his head to look at her, like he was surprised to see her there. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She’d asked as she tried to pry open his fist. He’d let her, opened it up easily and let her take the rose from his now bloody palm, the flower fell to the floor. “Shit!” She exclaimed as pulled up the hem of her oversized t-shirt and proceeded to clean the blood from his palm. “Are you insane?” she whipped her head up to look at him “Why would you hold a rose that way, didn’t you ever learn that you have to avoid the thorns?”

He matches mine easily though it looks like he’s taking a leisurely stroll. We exit the huge mansion through the front door and I feel Roman’s gaze hot on my neck. That mark is still there. A tattoo artist worked on it for me; where Roman got him from, I can’t tell. The original image is still there, a crescent moon with a leaf vine curled gently around it, but now it has a lot of flowers growing over it too. Getting it onto my skin hurt like hell but I didn’t mind because it was necessary. A tattoo on my neck would be misleading to whoever might be out looking for me as Scarlett. If the hair change doesn’t work and the contact lens that has now changed my eye color into an ocean blue color

Her face ashened. Luveas groaned. "I don't know. But, something is searing my skin..." He unbuttoned his shirt and glanced at his left pectoral. A black rose tattoo, the same as what Amethyst had, appeared on his skin. "How did I get this...?" he mumbled in dismay. Amethyst immediately knelt, pushed his hands away and kissed the rose tattoo. She had no idea why she took that bold move but she just did. Meanwhile, Luveas froze where he knelt. He forgot about the pain. He was stumped by her unexpected move. Then, he heard her say something assuring.

“You don't have a turtle neck shirt so I just picked that sweater out.” Phyllis took the clothes and went back inside the bathroom to change. Rui picked out a white crew-neck sweater and a plaid mini skirt for her. The sweater covered the majority of the visible marks on her body. There are only a few left on her neck. But most of the marks can be covered with her hair. “Hurry up!” Rui yelled. Hearing the urgency in her friend's voice, she hurried outside to apply light makeup on her face. She busied herself applying a tinted sunscreen on her face and a cheek tint on the apple of her cheeks. To save time, Rui helped cover the exposed love marks on her neck with concealer.

I opened my own studio, and my days became full, vibrant, and happy. One night, Jordan stepped out of the shower, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on the small of his back. I leaned closer. It was a rose in full bloom—beside it, a little girl dancing. My fingertips trembled as I traced it, my eyes stinging. "I had it done when I was seventeen," he said softly. His gaze lowered to mine, eyes shimmering with starlight. "I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride."

Victor begrudgingly sat up, rubbing his eyes. I stood between his legs and began to unbutton his shirt, he took of his watches as I did so. The room was a bit warm, and I hoped that taking a little nap would help him recharge fully. As I unbuttoned his shirt, I noticed a flower tattoo that sprawled from his abdomen to his chest. It was a couple of black roses with red highlights, and it was absolutely beautiful. I couldn't resist running my fingers over it, wondering if it felt just the way it was.