Darling You Ll Be Okay Tattoo Novels & Stories

"There's a kid present!" "Dante," Mom warned. I slid the shirt open and shrugged it off completely, letting it fall to my chair. Silence detonated across the table. Ink stretched across my chest, dark and bold and permanent with an elegant script of her name. "WHAT?!" Mom's voice cracked with shock. "You got a TATTOO?" "It's so cute," Dove breathed, already leaning forward to get a better look. "Oh my," Mrs. Wealth said softly, hand pressed to her chest, eyes shining.

During the year our love was at its peak, I had wanted to get a tattoo there—a wolf's fang to represent his strength. But he had smiled and refused. He'd held me tight, his chin resting on my head, his voice so gentle it could melt stone. "No, Elara," he'd said. "Let me be the one to bear the pain. I will give you my heart, whole and complete. I will have a sun, your symbol, tattooed over my chest. I want every god and demon to know that I, Damien, belong only to Elara." Every word he spoke then was seared into my soul. Now, the memory was nothing but a bitter irony.

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

"Sometimes the smallest touch says everything the heart has been too afraid to admit." KIVA I should have been embarrassed. Instead I couldn't stop staring. The tattoo on Damien's back seemed almost alive in the afternoon sunlight coming through the studio windows, black ink covering nearly his entire back in beautiful, deliberate detail. At its center was the woman, her face hidden behind a veil, the one he had told me was me. I still didn't understand how that was possible. He had never met me before any of this. None of it made sense and yet the tattoo was there, clearly old, clearly loved.

CHAPTER 3 RILEY I stare at my phone the next evening, heart racing. The tattoo is healing fine, but it’s a little red. Perfect excuse. I text Dante: “Ink’s a little red. Need a touch-up?” He replies fast: “Door’s open. Come after close.” I bite my lip, grinning. Midnight it is. I pick a short black skirt this time. No panties. Crop top again. Easy access. I show up right at twelve. The shop is dark except for the back light. I push the door open.

"You're safe here. The Silvanos will always have your back. But now that I'm on their radar, if I do anything to you, or you discard me...it won't be so easy for me to recover." I couldn't tell what exactly she meant by that. The only thing I knew with any certainty was that I was hungry and tired, and I had to be at work in the morning. This wasn't the time to have this conversation, especially when I couldn't offer her anything more than my hand. Hell, I didn't even have a couch for her to sit on or a TV to watch. I wasn't some sought-after prize. I was a convicted felon covered in tattoos and piercings-not exactly the guy you want to take home to Mom. "You don't have anything to worry abo

I stated as looked up at him curiously. "We have a heartbeat, as long as we have feasted on blood," Darick noted. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and closed his eyes. "Are you satisfied?" he asked. "Beyond satisfied." I turned toward him and kissed his soft lips. When I laid back down and moved to snuggle back into him, Darick stopped me. "I didn't know you had a tattoo on your back," he said, running a finger along the stem of my rose tattoo inked into my skin.

He adjusted his shirt so I could see the full inscription drawn in a mix of bold and italics. “And I can already tell you like it,” His smile was cocky. He said those words confidently, well, he was right. ‘My Angel’ was written in bold italics. The ink was indeed beautiful, I mean, it was my name so of course it was beautiful. I loved it. Who wouldn’t love it when a person showed just how much they wanted them? “Yeah, it looks good,” I admitted honestly, but what I didn’t add was that the tattoo would definitely look better on Daddy’s taut skin.

he teased Jason's arm. I stood aside blushing as Jason responded "She's the last of her kind". They both laughed. "So, what kinda tattoo do you want? A butterfly? Pokemon? A quote?" "A quote seem pretty nice but I want to make it much more interesting. How about a couples thing? Like a heart and a key. What do you think Bae?" He diverted his eyes to me. "Uh.. Oh.. nice." I was still nervous about getting my body pricked. "Are you okay?" Cartel asked.

Soonie noticed too, her breath hitching as he reached forward again, this time slower, and brushed his thumb along the ink. It flaked. A sticker. A damn sticker. The realization hit like cold water. His anger faltered, his hand lowering. “What the hell…” he muttered. Soonie jerked her wrist away, her voice shaking. “It’s not real. I got it for a charity event the company did days ago. It's a temporary ink tattoo for the children’s hospital. It washes off. The real one’s on my shoulder, not my wrist.” Damon stared at her, guilt and disbelief crashing into each other.