Cute Book Tattoos Novels & Stories

“I’m going to have to agree to the fucking tattoo she wants me to get.” “She wants you to get a tattoo?” I asked. This was news to me. Kam sat up and nodded. “It’s one of the things she likes from her books. When two wolves mate, they bite each other and leave a mark on the base of the neck. She wants to get matching tattoos since there’s no magical healing in real life.” I had to laugh at that. “That is so, I was going to say ridiculous, but it’s actually kinda cute! Are you that serious about Rose?”

I look at him and I feel like I'm going crazy. With a trembling hand, I touch the tattoos on his left hand. I feel hypnotized by them. There are thorns surrounded by roses. The drawing climbs on the cloth to the shoulder and then descends slightly on the back and chest. It's a great drawing. I follow it lightly with my fingers feeling tingling as I walk my finger over the tattoo. Something is written between thorns and roses near the heart. A name. "My Forever Elle". I put my hand to my mouth and sigh. What the fuck is this? Is this a bad joke?

Cole suggested. I immediately stood up at his words. “No need. I’m not a child, and I can walk on my own.” Reluctantly, I made my way back into the mansion and headed towards our room. Cole escorted me inside. I went straight to lie down while he took the scattered books from the table that I had been reading earlier. He neatly folded the edge of his sleeve before placing the books back on the shelf. As he did so, I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his left forearm. It was a black dragon with wings, surrounded by black roses.

She smiled at him politely while he was staring at her like a creep. "I-I-I want to get a tattoo." she mumbled lowly while Cristina was also with her not leaving her alone for a second. He nodded at her slowly and pushed a thick book of outlets in front of her. "Select one." he stated curly in his Russian accent. Vanessa slowly trailed her gaze to the book and started flipping the pages. There was huge variety of tattoos, flowers, guitar, names, symbols, birth flowers, aesthetic tattoos or what not but Vanessa liked none of them and shook her head in denial at the man.

I just saw a angel and crushed on him, and now a devil am I crushing on? I look away from him, to the wall. Just at the last moment to rejecting staying in this room, I see different picturesque sketches of book covers and at the far southern side is a small shelf, loaded with romantic books, of different sub-genres. I am fantasied already, and warmed. I feel cozy suddenly. The tattooed guy is a lover of books. "Did you make those, uh?" I say when I get to his front, forcing him to blink up at me. He's slide off the headphone.

She clutched the slim book in her hand, standing on her toes and leaning towards him. "Are you?" He put a hand on her shoulder, pushing her back. "Fine. Yes, I am. Satisfied?" She chuckled, throwing her head back slightly, before her gaze darted to the book and her laughter trailed off. The image that was drawn on the book looked really similar. Three lines drawn from the center to three different angles, with their ends curled. Ah! She remembered. Wasn't this the Capital's tattoo?

She had a grim and frustrated look as she scrubbed his chest and the long dragon tattoo that ran up from his shoulder to his chest. It seems like she was fascinated by it as she ran her hands through the tattoo several times wondering if it wasn't painful when it was drawn. Although she had bathed him a few times already, it was her first time seeing that tattoo. Obviously, she didn't pay attention and tried to look away from his chest those times. Now that she has seen this tattoo, she couldn't help but be fascinated by it. It was a black dragon that looked so scary and yet beautiful and somewhat cute. Haha. You might be wondering, how on earth was a dragon cute? Well, it can be, after all,

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

Asim switches to the other breast and I moan as Hikaru licks and nibbles where they marked me. It looks like I have many tattoos where all of my mate marks are from the Celtic dragon and vines on my wrist to the dragon on my shoulder, the Kitsuné on my neck and the wolf shield on the opposite side of my neck. Add them to my three actual tattoos which are all witchy and I look very inked up.

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."