Cute Badass Hip Tattoos Novels & Stories

Slowly, I lifted his shirt, peeling it off inch by inch until he was finally shirtless. Heading to his wardrobe, I grabbed the first shirt I saw, not caring about the color or style. As I moved to dress him, my eyes caught sight of the burn marks etched across his stomach. "You said you went to inspect a project site, right?" I asked, slipping the shirt over his arms. He nodded. "Yeah." "Then how did you get stabbed?" He hesitated for a moment, glancing away before answering. "Some rogues in the rural area attacked us. They thought we were intruders."

Life would have been so much simpler for everyone if we weren't alive. Izzy could have been happy with her true mate and parents. We took it all away from her. We can't blame her for hating us, we hate us. As we sit there we can't help but run our fingers over the scars. They had all asked us at one point or another about our back tattoo. It covered everything. No piece of skin was clean. We didn't want to see the scars anymore so before we set out here, we went to the tattoo parlour. Every picture has a meaning. We didn't pick at random, we wanted something about ourselves to have meaning. They had taken everything away from us, we just needed something, something that kept us going, kept m

Even if I'm the only girl between five guys four of them are like my brothers so f*ck it. I stepped out from my clothes and put on the two piece bikini. It was essential waiting all my cause amazingly ine also showcasing the tattoo on my waist. After the last lesson I realised I really like tattoos. The temporary one look so good on me that I decided to get a permanent now. This also reminded me of the time in chopper with Xavier, when he made a doctor take out the GPS from my thigh.

“You’ve done it before in my sleep in two places without my permission, the only difference is that I am not asleep. You did your tattoos. Just don’t screw it up now.” He laughed. “I’ll make sure it’s perfect as you are.” As he started inking the tiny star onto my ribs, I hissed. “Ouch.” “Stop squirming, if you don't want me to fuck you right away.” Is it just me or does it sound fun and romantic? “It hurts.” “I thought you were tough.” “And maybe I don't mind you fucking me with the ink splashed all over my body.” “Bad girl, I was only joking but it sounds daring.”

He had just one tattoo drawing, on his heart area, like a comic parody of — is that Cat Woman? And more than that, he emitted a darker aura than the other two. For the love of God, are those abs even real? They were all so fucking ripped, like those men who give hardcore BDSM fucks in those p**n videos I watch with Gilda. Oh gosh! Was this the sex suite? The one sitting seemed ripped, as his shirt fit him like a glove, stretching out his muscles, and also the one standing with a phone, he was fucking ripped. But the one dressed in black and had a shirt on his shoulder? He was fucking shredded. A buff fellow, my God!

Between them, in elegant black script, sat the tattoo: CW His striking glassy gray eyes darkened as he stared. “There’s another one,” I said, voice turning low and teasing. “On my hip bone. Want to see that too?” He nodded once. I stood, unzipped the prison trousers, and nudged them down just enough to reveal the smooth skin of my hip. The second tattoo read CROWE in the same beautiful lettering, right above the delicate line of my v-cut. “I can’t see it properly,” Ryker murmured, his voice dropping. “Come closer.”

I threatened, my belly knitting at thr thought of him having me scream from hitting my Gspot God, my hips vibrated as I ckfnched didnt there. He only got to his feet, feral lust dancing in his eyes as our eyes locked. Sysjgimg im front of me, a mirror behind me, he took over hus jacket, tossing it to thr floor, his shirt and pants followed leaving just boxers and my eyes widened at the heavenly site in front of me. One of his arms was inked with tattoo. Full ink. The other arm hsd just one tatto on his shoulders. The hard planes of his chest down to the carve in his lower waist thar I was sure outlined his big—

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

Her fingers trembled as she undid the last button, pushing the fabric aside to reveal my skin. "Greedy little virgin," I teased, but I shrugged off my shirt, exposing my tattooed chest—rippling muscles, scars from my rough past, all symbols of the darkness she was embracing. The ink swirled in intricate patterns: a snarling wolf on my pec, vines of thorns wrapping around my abs, each one a story of conquest and pain. Her eyes widened, fingers tracing the ink, sending shivers down my spine as her nails scraped lightly over a scar. "Touch all you want. But remember, this body is your master now. Every ridge, every scar—it's yours to worship, but only because I allow it."

But this one has all my work and sketches I have been working on. Including the one I have for the Raider tattoo. " Merigold I know I saw the one you did for Tank and the one on your back. And I'm impressed. But Merigold, these are incredible." he says. He sees the one I wanted to talk to him about. He points to it. “ For dad?” he asks. I just nod. “ Like I said. Incredible. And I will be proud to wear it.” Viper says. I can’t help but smile. He always makes me feel good. "What's incredible?" I turn and see Casper beside me. Viper stands to shake his hand. Viper sits back down and Casper takes the seat across from me. Viper slides my portfolio across the table to him and points. " These are