Cute Book Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

I look at him and he's peeking at me from under his arm and smirking. "What were you doing just now?" He asks intently and I smile. "Your tattoos. I've only ever seen the one on your forearm and wanted to look at the others." He sits up then, placing himself against the headboard. "Comne get a good look then." He pats his lap and I crawl over and straddle him, leaning down to look at the wolf one, my fingers tracing its shape. "That's for my wolf, Kiba." "Is he black like this one?" Nate nods. "That's almost exactly what he looks like. My artist took a few photos when I was shifted and created that for me. "Can I ask why you chose the vines and thorns on your arm?"

He undid the zipper of my dress and before I knew it, I was left in just my underwear and my heels. Not wanting to be the only one undressed, I pulled off his shirt and threw it somewhere I couldn't be bothered about, then moved back to admire his chest. Tattoos of different kinds were etched on his skin, each one a different story than the last. There was one particular one that caught my eye at the left side of his chest. It was " Carpe Diem." Written in cursive with small roses woven around the words. It was so beautiful that I knew it wasn't just a tattoo.

He thought again, "sinuous, dangerous and supremely sexual." One tattoo in particular was prominent and drew the eye; it was a bright red "slut stamp" very low on her lower back that was repeated low on her belly, just above the pubic mound. It said, in both locations, "Candy Slut to Paulo Zero." The words of the tattoo were in a pre-Columbian language that Barnes would never have a hint of. In addition, like a Bay area poster from the psychedelic era the tat's lettering was very stylized, even if it was in English it would be near impossible to read. Some English word fragments were visible in the edging and lines of the distorted shapes. Incorporated into the tat were sexual images and tri

Jean murmured, finishing up the piece for me. Ciaran was covered in ink. So was Dargan. Ranging from geometric art to roses and the like. The pain couldn't be that unbearable if they had sat through so many hours. Or had they drank themselves into a stupor as well whilst doing it? Adelia turned to one wall, eyeing a semicolon tattoo. The bottom of it was a butterfly with its wings slightly open. The top was its head, antennae sticking from it. She looked at it this way and that until I stepped closer. Her eyes averted and I knew what she felt. Shame.

Aurora is a simple girl and small things make her happy. She made those tattoos to make people think she has changed but deep down she is still that same girl that grew up with my children. The one I have always loved not knowing she was going to be my mate. The one with the softest spot in my heart. In the evening I left the book about constellations, I lingered a bit longer, hoping to see her reaction. She unwrapped the book carefully, and as she traced her fingers over the cover, I saw a look of wonder cross her face.

she grumbles. Opening her locker, she reaches down to grab the books she took home out of her bag, the locker door slamming shut above her as a hand slams against it. She follows the large black Celtic style tattoo carved into his skin, only making out the bottom of the tattoo under his rolled up shirt sleeve. It doesn't look like a simple symbol like she has seen on a few other people, there are multiple symbols and designs within the base design, she can't get a clear enough look. "You really like checking me out, don't you?"

Thea smirks. With a resigned sigh, I take the book, only to gasp in shock when a fire goes through my hands before a small black ‘T’ appears on the back of my left hand, surrounded by an intricate mandala lotus. It looks like a tattoo, to be honest. “The fuck is this?!” Blake grasps my hand and quickly inspects the strange phenomenon. “Does it hurt?” He asks worriedly. “No… It doesn’t. But it felt as if it was burned into my skin.”