Novel & Cerita Cross Stitch Tattoo

“We will be fine. We probably just need the right people in our lives… and get rid of this itch on my back.” I frowned as she hesitated before turning her back to me, wordlessly asking me to scratch her back for her. I couldn’t help but smile as I slowly unzipped her dress, taking in the flawlessness of her back and the tiny tattoo that was there right at the middle of her lower back. It was clearly an infinity sign, with a tiny drawing of the moon on each side of the loops. Extremely identical to the earrings and necklace I gave her. I opened my eyes to ask her when she got a tattoo.

“No way. I can take it. This tattoo is important to me, Alex.” I grin at her response. That’s my Stella—stubborn and determined to the core. She bites her lip, and her grip on my hand tightens as the needle continues its work. I stroke her knuckles with my thumb, hoping to ease some of her discomfort. “Just think about how amazing it’ll look once it’s done.” She grins at me. “I can’t wait.” Minutes later, the artist finishes, and the designs are perfect. On my wrist, the heart has the letter ‘S’ inscribed inside, and on hers, an elegant A.

"Yep. But why is there a bandage on your shoulder?" He grinned. "I didn't think it was fair for you to get pierced without me having something painful done. So I got this." He peeled back the bandage to show her the tattoo. Clearly visible, even with the skin around it an angry pink, was a red and black Celtic knot in the shape of a heart.

“Start with the name, Silver, then add roses.” Joe nods and pulls the stencil sheet closer. “Where do you want it?” I remove my shirt, revealing the bare skin of my chest. “Here, on the left, right where my heart is. So,I can see it every damn day.” "Anything else?" "Write 5/08/25 on my wrist and draw stars around it." "Got it." The first sting of the needle bites into my skin, but I don’t flinch or move. I welcome the pain because it feels like the only thing left that’s real.

He laid me down gently and kissed the spot just above my hip bone, hidden from the world. “This cross will mark you as mine,” he whispered. “Small enough to hide. Deep enough that you’ll feel it every time you move.” The needle buzzed. The pain was sharp but sweet as he tattooed a simple, elegant cross right where only he would see it when I was naked. Every sting made my spent cock twitch. By the time he finished and wiped the blood away, I was hard again. He smiled, proud. “Beautiful,” he murmured. Then he poured holy oil over the fresh ink and over his cock, and slid back inside me right there on the table. Slow. Tender. Possessive.

SCARLETT Her hands moved steadily, wrapping the last bandage around my shoulder. Her touch was firm, precise, but I didn’t miss the way her breath caught when she brushed the ink etched into my skin. Her fingers froze. “Scarlett…” I stiffened. “What?” Her hand traced the mark just below my collarbone, where the edge of the bandage left it exposed. A black tattoo, shaped like a crescent blade tangled with thorned vines. I had almost forgotten it was there.

Taking me by surprise, that her tattoo was freaking glowing in the dark It glowed just like the color of her hair, violet, like her name. It bathe her face with some ethereal glow. I was kinda mesmerized staring at it. She does look like a goddess. I didn’t realize that I have been staring on her face for a quite longer than I intended.

"How many tattoos do I have in total?" "Four." And he goes on to explain what they are. “The Crow tattoo on the back of your left shoulder, the tribal tattoo on your spine, the lotus flower on the back of your neck, and my mark, right here.” He gently caressed his mark on my left collarbone, and immediately, I felt the pull and comfort towards him. I nodded. “Okay, you're Ryan, okay.” He glared at me and I laughed. “Say my name again.” “Ryan.” I scoffed.

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

He links as he pouts at me I can tell a smile is trying to replace his pout. I laugh as the group looks between us, Ajax just smirks at me and looks away. I love my marks, but I will have to cover them when I go to my granparents they look like I have a little tattoo at the base of my neck on each side one a star and one a moon both with a wolf howling at it, they're each around two inches In size amd very detailed so they're definitely noticeable. They're perfect.