Novel & Cerita Booktok Tattoo

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

She gazes at me in a hazy pleasure of confusion. “We can’t fuck with clothes on. They might get in the way. Undress, Princess.” I command as I begin to remove my own clothes. Toni nods her head as she makes haste to remove her clothes. Her eyes soak me up as she studies my tattoos with her eyes. Leo, Trey, Shane, and Igor all have an obsession with tattoos. I have full sleeves, my chest, ribs, and a couple on my legs. I notice Toni has a thigh tattoo. It’s a ribbon of lace that wraps around her thing, but on the other thigh there is a gun holstered in the lace thigh strap. I know she has a cupcake on the back of her left thigh that she and Lucy got when they opened their bake shop.

Her aunt gives her a small smile and nods, Celine finds the bookmark and opens to the page. The woven bookmark has a faded blue tassel and was made of woven threads depicting wolves running in a forest, at the bottom of the bookmark was an old wolf’s tooth with a hole drilled through to be able to tie it onto the bookmark. She puts it to one side to look at the page it had been marking. It looked much like many of the others she had seen flipping through. But its words had her feeling like her world was slipping through her fingers and she was unable to do anything to stop it.

She offered a polite nod to the librarian and slipped into a quiet, secluded corner. He sat alone, a man with close-cropped hair, his lean frame casually draped in a fitted gray shirt. His tattoos caught her eye first, intricate designs winding up his arms. Her fingers twitched with the urge to trace the patterns, to feel the texture of his skin beneath. His focus was locked on a book, and from the cover, it was about body painting, "for dummies." Cute, she thought. She considered leaving, unwilling to intrude on what appeared to be an almost zen moment. But then, her gaze caught a glimmer of silver: a name etched on an ID tag clipped to his book.

His eyes were silver — not gray, not blue, but liquid silver, reflecting the shop’s light. “Sorry, we’re closed,” she said automatically, though her voice lacked conviction. He studied her, head tilted slightly, as if he’d been expecting her refusal. “You’re Ayla Cross.” Her stomach tightened. “Depends who’s asking.” He smiled faintly, though there was no humor in it. “Kian Vale. I need a tattoo.” “Come back tomorrow.” “I can’t.” He took another step forward, and the smell of him — rain, smoke, and something feral — flooded the room. “It has to be tonight.”

It was covered with a white cloth but still any one could guess that it was a book. That lady forwarded that book towards Elara who stared at that lady's face then at the book but something caught her attention, it was that lady's wrist, she had a strangely beautiful tattoo engraved on her wrist, it was a beautiful sword and a blue lotus on the top of it. Elara took her time to admire the tattoo, she felt strangely drawn towards that tattoo but she got out of her trance when that lady cleared her throat. Elara looked up at that lady who gave her the softest smile she has seen.

Me staring at a naked guy for the second time in my damn life. My breath caught in my throat, trapped. I was trapped. My eyes completely rebelled against my brain's frantic commands to look the fuck away. Instead, they traced the dark, heavy ink of a tattoo etched across his upper shoulder blades. Three words, bold and unyielding: "Built Through Pain." The script wasn't flashy or arrogant. It felt heavy. It looked like a scar turned into art—a quiet testament to something survival-driven. A strange, unbidden ache blossomed in my chest just looking at it.

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?

I couldn't believe my ears. "No. Not you. I was talking to my friend Bat." I told him. "Where is that friend of yours." "My tattoo is my friend. You can't believe it's a magical one. It can talk to me whenever it wants to." I praised it before him. "Really. Can you show me. Am curious I need to have a look at that magical tattoo of yours." He said tilting his head to one side. Proudly, I removed my long black hair from my neck and back to show him.

She boldly bent to kiss my neck, and her lips slid along my shoulder, pushing black silk out of the way. She undid the buttons slowly, her lips following along as she did so. She bared my chest, smooth and hard, with a few tattoos I no longer paid any attention to. One was a skull that Id had done when I was a teenager and full of anger. Another, a slash down my right side, was a black panther stretched out along the slim expanse. Yet another, on my left pec, was a revolver, another stupid choice of a teenager. Id have them covered when I could be bothered.