Blindfold Tattoos Reviews Novels & Stories

“Getting tattoos? What the fuck Crinka? I don’t even like them needles” “He’s right about that”, Thane agreed. “Eloive hate needles”. “Then how did you get the tattoos?”, I ask him. “What tattoos?”, Thane asks. “Can’t you see it? The tattoos on Eloive’s left arm”. Eloive checked his arm. “Can’t see shit”. Thane checked as well. “Me too. Can’t see anything”. “But..but..they are so many! How can you not see them?” “I don’t know. Maybe ‘cause we’re not crazy like you”, Eloive replied.

Thank Goodness, I opened my eyes in time, otherwise, I had to drench in water! Samuel smirked, "Seems our guest is awake!" The other guy walked beside him. I almost gasped but controlled myself at the last point. It looks like his skin has formed its place under his tattoos! All covered in tattoos and piercings, he looked like a typical gangster! "Blindfold her and take her to the boss." The tattoo guy ordered and before I know it, my eyes were covered with a blindfold. I tried to struggle but one poke of something cold and sharp on my back stopped me. I want to live till I can!

I raised a brow defeated. I had debated for the first twenty minutes in my mind. I had decided no matter how horrible the tattoo could possibly be, there are always cover ups or long sleeve shirts. Somewhere deep in my soul, I knew I didn’t need to worry. Tadeas’ wouldn’t do anything malicious to me. Would he? My mind chimed in. “I trust you. Would I be here otherwise?” I questioned trying to steal a peek again. “Do I need to blindfold your mate?” The artist threatened from behind his humming gun.

"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.

My eyes widened when I saw the wolf head tattoo on his chest, and the several marks like claws and scars on his chest. Seeing my eyes glued on his chest, the man smiled and said, "Admiring my tattoos, right?" "Yeah. Are you a warrior? Doesn't this big tattoo hurt?" I asked him, knowing that it was wrong to pry into a stranger's life. We were only having a night together, and I did not need to ask him who the fụck he was. "Yeah. It's a tribal tattoo. I am from the Dark Mountain Pack," he said, and I saw his eyes glow, and I didn't know if I was hallucinating at that moment.

He blinked, almost as though clearing his thoughts, and his eyes suddenly returned to their normal shade of brown while his muscles relaxed. “Cover-ups are Thorne’s specialty. Keep flipping through those books and you’ll see more of his best work,” the other tattoo artist said. He was seated at a desk with bright lights adjusted above him, illuminating whatever he was drawing. “If anyone can make that guy’s name disappear from your wrist, it’s him.” I opened my mouth to say something in response, but my phone rang. It was Brooks again. My stomach tightened, and I wished I had blocked his work number earlier.

But I recognized him, and this time, he won't slip off my fingers. "Don't be dumb. Don't tell me that you didn't see those," I pointed at the mark and tattoo on my prey's body that hid beneath his ripped cloth and blood, "It is crystal clear that even the blind can see it," "I am sorry, Alpha," Silvius mumbled as I watched him from the corner of my eyes as he scratched the back of his head in confusion.

“The tattoo shop.” I decided to go to the same tattoo shop where I got the tattoo drawn. Harry had said they have the best tattoo artists in the city of Boston and even when I looked at their reviews online this morning, they were full of praises from customers who ‘wished they could rate more than five stars’. It was called GK Tattoos and the shop didn’t look anything like the last time I was here. The room was ridiculously spacious with a clean aesthetic and the only things adorning its pristine white walls were framed pictures of tattooed bodies.

he said to me with his gaze filled with worry. "Yes, I will, I promise," I rushed out as I scanned the menu I knew all too well. "Okay, fine. The food should be ready soon," he informed me as he looked around the place. I wonder what he could see. I mean, obviously he could see auras now but did that mean that he could see faint objects or outlines of things? What would it be like if one was blind? What if I was blind? “What is it like being blind?" The words tumbled out of my mouth without permission and I quickly slapped a hand around my mouth while feeling guilty for even saying it.

I am positive that no one will arrange the chair we clattered, but as we entered, it was amazingly arranged back into the way it previously was. "Hey, Harp! Where did you dream the assassination?!" Emma asked. I can still felt her demanding tone. I tried thinking that dream again. "Shelf No.13.. near the center." I unconsciously said. "The book that the blind man has written have a book cover that has a big eye on it." "I see.." Nathan whispered and ran into the Shelves. After all, he and Ella hid there for a while. Maybe he managed to memorize them all. This Nathan.. how I wish I could be that smart, too.