Darling You Ll Be Okay Tattoo Novels & Stories

He walks back over to where I'm seated and places the box on the tray beside me. "When I ask her to marry me, it will be because I love her and can't stand to live without her." He says, opening the box to show me a princess-cut diamond ring with a rose gold band. It's exquisite, the way it sparkles under the lights. He closes the box up quickly and shoves it into his pocket when we hear the sound of Bennu's heels coming down the corridor. There's a knock at the door, and when Bennu swings it open, I see that she's holding a sheet of paper. "I printed out the aftercare information for you, Claire." She tells me, handing over the sheet. I glance over the sheet which contains instructions on h

The wannabe Barbie goes up to James, practically shoving her disproportionately large cleavage from her tiny top in his face. Skyler, who is behind her, turns to us and puts two fingers in her throat, mimicking someone who's vomiting. I get it, James is her brother. I bite my lower lip to try not to burst out laughing. The blonde doesn't notice anything, too busy looking at James. "I'd like a tattoo on my right butt cheek. Can you do it?" Her voice is shrill. It sounds like her vocal cords are stuck in the door. James points to me. "She does the designs, I handle the tattooing."

Dane replied dryly, batting his hands away. “Boys,” Jessica said, “you’re both pretty. Now shut up.” Surprisingly, they both did. “Look closely at his wrist, where the cloak rides up for a moment.” Caelum whispered in my ears, his hot breath fanning my cheek. I leaned closer to the screen, then like a light bulb turned on in a dark room, I could suddenly see it, a tattoo of a bird in a triangle, “Oh, I see it now!” I exclaimed excitedly.

David said next to me. I looked at him in surprise. "What's happening?" He shook his head. “Love… this probably won't work.” He climbed in, stepping up close behind me and pointing to my side. I looked down and found out that there is no lining under the lace and because of that my tattoo is visible. These were flowers that were mostly located on one half of the ass, but also reached a little on the thigh and up to the pelvic bone. David frowned at the sight. “That would drive parents crazy, Tate. Certainly not these."

“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.

Light spilling out. I move closer, staying in the shadows. And then I see him. Dante is at a sink, washing blood off his hands. His hair is wet—he must have showered. Water droplets are running down his bare back. His scarred back. With FARFALLA tattooed down his spine in elegant script. My name. My nickname. Permanently etched into his skin. I swallow hard, my eyes tracing the letters. Tracing the scars around them. Evidence of everything he survived. Everything he endured.

Jax POV We sit in silence as time passes, and finally, Cole steps back. I glance in the mirror. There, over my heart, is a tattoo of her lips in the bright red she always wears. “Dhalia” is written above them, and “Blake” below. It’s perfect. I watch as Chase tells Cole to add Blake’s name to his tattoo as well. In Blake’s mind, we’ll all have the same tattoo when we show her tomorrow. He has no clue about this.

I asked Zion. He scrutinized my outfit choice. Black slacks, black button-down shirt, and a silver vest. The sleeves were rolled up, proudly showing off the new tattoo that I had Dante do for me. It was my girl’s name in Arabic inside of a fractal overlay. Our pups names were also placed within it in Arabic. “I think that Mama will love it. Are you nervous?” he asked me. Was I nervous? Nah. Not really. I was excited more than anything. I was a little anxious, hoping that she would like what I had planned out for the night.

When we resume our session I'm still not exactly enjoying myself but the discomfort is more tolerable; seeing the tattoo slowly come to life on my arm is helping a lot, too, and I can't help thinking that it would still be worth it even if it hurt ten times as much. With the head start they've had from Bella's tattoo being completely planned already when we got here, and the whole piece being smaller than my dragon, it's no surprise Mandy is done long before her father. After giving Bella a short respite Carlos and Mandy switch places to include the parts Bella and I have agreed on before - a stylized black dragon soon circles the stem of her lily, while my

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.