Death Do Us Part Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

He puts his front paws on my thighs as I scratch his ears. "His claws," Death says slipping his hands under my arms and pulling me up I look at my thighs and see his claws pierced through my jeans and into my skin where blood was spilling. My thighs heal within seconds and I look at Death who looks surprised "We have things to do tomorrow, so your friend has to go home soon," he tells me I nod and Mika and I go inside his room. Cerberus lays his head on my lap and Mika and I talk about things.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

He closed his eyes, his jaw slackening as I scrubbed his scalp. A comfortable silence soon settled between us. As I leaned forward to rinse the shampoo from his hair, my eyes caught the tattoo inked across his back and upper arm. The design was bold against his skin, curling like claws and wings. Black flames wrapped around a serpent swallowing its own tail. "What does it mean?" I asked, my fingers lightly brushing the ink. He didn't answer at first. "It's a symbol of resurrection. Power earned through suffering." I traced the outer edge. "You got it before or after everything?"

“I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “. “For what ?“. “I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “. Akua laughed. “You are so funny do you know that , I will give something however be careful what you wish for remember you made a mistake in the beginning you should learn from it and avoid more mistakes now I’ll ask you , are you sure you want this liquid I’m gonna give to you?” “I’ve never been sure about anything in my life than this”. “Okay you pour this in the food everyday, when the did is done it wil

“We make a good team.” “We don’t have a team,” I muttered under my breath. He grinned. “Not yet.” Ignoring him, I walked past the crab-shaped figure and stopped in front of the Dancer’s Pose. Something about it caught my eye. It looked harder than the rest, but at least it didn’t make me look like a crawling idiot. “Player 0467 has chosen Dancer’s Pose,” the voice echoed. Hoodie guy let out a small laugh behind me. “Dancer’s Pose, huh?”

"Look at the birthmark." "What birthmark?" "On your left shoulder. You still have it." I touched my left shoulder automatically. I did have a small birthmark there. I'd had it my whole life. "Lots of people have birthmarks." "In the exact same place? The exact same shape?" Victoria handed me another photo. This one showed a close-up of the baby's shoulder. The birthmark was clearly visible. I looked at the photo, then at the blanket, then at Victoria and Jonathan's hopeful faces.

“Her mate was part of my team, and that is how they even met. However, he betrayed me for a petty sum of money. If you really want to, you can do your own research. His name was Cole Foxton.” But how can I do that when you can set up fake websites and all? I think, but remain silent, thinking of the little boy who Quade said was killed so heartlessly… was Nikita really capable of that? I now look at him. “I hope that despite everything, that you aren’t so sick as to make up the death of a child.” I say quietly. He observes me for a moment before he moves closer and holds out his tattooed arm and points to a spot on his bulging biceps. I look past his perfect muscles to what he’s showing me.

THIS IS UNTIL DEATH DO US PART. Honestly the whole thing seems weird to me, but there's nothing in the agreement that I couldn't live with. "It's good," he looks surprised. "There's nothing you want to change or add?" I probably should take a keener look since that is about to be my life but I don't want to do anything that could make him back away. "What if there's an emergency and I can't reach Alex?" I look through the contract. "Then you can contact me personally," he already has a pen in his hand.

She’s in full-on war mode and trying to keep her calm. “Lots of people have birthmarks, lots of people can look the same. I think I know my own blood. Don’t come back; your custom is not welcome here anymore.” She slaps his card back at him without swiping it. “What you ate so far is on the house. Call it a parting gift. Now leave and take your boys with you.”