Blindfold Tattoos Reviews Novels & Stories

“You think I’d be this fucked up over someone I don’t like?” I pulled back, my own chest heaving, lips swollen from the effort. Standing, I stripped off my shirt, the fabric tearing under my impatient hands, then shoved my pants down, kicking them aside. Tate’s blue eyes raked over me, hungry and dazed, taking in the tattoos, the scars, the hard length of my cock straining toward him. The way he looked at me—like he saw me, not just the mafia bastard who’d taken him—it cracked something open inside me.

Pen in hand I began scratching on a sleek sheet and once done I set the objects down and stretched out my aching fingers. The objects were removed and I heard something small being set down on a metallic surface. "So your name's... William?" he asked cautiously and I nodded, amazed that whatever I wrote was eligible. "It's a lovely name but we'll have to work on your penmanship. No offense but it's horrible." Nathan said and I nodded but then a question hit me, "Does he not know that I am blind?" The question stirred something within me and I immediately wanted to ask it. So I reached out my hands and made a grabbing motion. "Hmm, do you want the pad and pen back?" Nathan asked and I nodded,

Funny enough… Liam has the exact same tattoos as Kayden. “So are you done staring at my poor palms?” he said, tilting his head. “They’re crying for freedom, Madam Scarlette.” “Well… good thing you passed,” I muttered. “If you were Kayden, trust me—pouring a drink in your face would’ve been the nicest thing I did. And since Liam says he’s temporarily blind, I’d make it permanent without blinking.” I hissed and let go of his hands. “You were heading out, huh?” he said, stepping closer beside me.

Blair made an attentive face as she smiled which made Jade smile, too. "What is this shit? I told you to take clients from today..." as Blaze walked in the tattoo bar, she scolded the workers seeing the empty bar. "Nobody comes in the day, Blaze," said one of the workers when she replied, "I don't care, people will come." "Make me a tattoo..." she said removing the jacket and then her shirt. She was getting a tattoo on her chest, right above her right breast, with the letter 'B' on it.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

Soreness filled me and there was no energy left for tears. There was a tiny hole underneath the cloak blindfolding me. It breezed up due to continuous oscillation. The first thing my eyes narrowly saw was a tattoo of an anchor on the top right side of his chest. It was a little different. The arm and fluke were just like flaming swords and the shank was painted like a white-bearded old man with his mustache flagging on both edges. There was a last pound and I felt his spill inside of me. I became dizzy and my vagina became even sorer when he was done.

Desperation was making the girl foolish; drinking unverified herbal draughts could kill both her and the child. Martha reached into the dark shelves and pulled out a small, unlabeled vial of obsidian glass. She turned back to Seraphina, her face drawn tight with grave severity. "This is a potent scent-masking draught," Martha said, holding the vial just out of reach. "It will dull your scent and protect you for a short time, but it comes at a price. It is harsh, and it will weaken you." Seraphina reached out with trembling fingers, her eyes fixed on the dark glass. "I'll take it. I have to."

"Can I take off this blindfold, please?" "Yes, you can," Shadrach nodded, taking the blindfold off. Wynter adjusted her eyes to the brightness. Slowly, she removed the blindfold, and her eyes widened in awe. She was right; they were in a garden, but not the one everyone could expect. The indoor garden was a magical oasis. Strings of fairy lights hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden hue over the lush greenery. Each plant seemed to shimmer under the light, their leaves glistening like jewels.

I grabbed his beating heart and gently brought it out. He panted and began to cry after seeing his beating heart. “Why are you crying? Aren’t you pathetic? What was that you said before? There was no chance a blind man and a talking head could defeat you. Now look at how much trouble your words have put you through. Even if there were one thousand of you, they would all still be no match for me. In your next life, learn not to underestimate!” I yelled as I yanked out his heart from his body. I threw his heart and his lifeless body away.