Do Not Go Gentle Tattoo Novels & Stories

I sighed as I removed my finger on my lip. I describe my tattoo to be a heart, not a love shape. A heart precisely, with a lock at the left ventricle. I described the lock to be the one you see on a door handle, where your key fits in. I added the heart should be in red ink and the lock darkened to create a real image. Then 'Bunny' should be written in calligraphy at the bottom side of the heart. "You know, that would require more lines on your skin, yeah?" the tattooist responded.

“I’m not giving you a ordinary tattoo…I’m marking you as mine because I’d definitely kill any guy who tries to hurt you” “Lucien…” “There’s no refusal to this tattoo Natalie” “Where’s it going to be?” “On your thigh”

Grayson and I are now laying on the floor both naked and satisfied. None of us are speaking,we are just enjoying the comfortable silence between us. We are both lost in our thoughts,I wonder what he was thinking about. My hands begins to trace the tattoo's on his chest. There is a new one and my heart almost stops beating when I read the inscriptions. Grayson & Bryanna forever. Our bodies may depart but our souls will forever remain together. It is beautifully designed with roses around it,just above his children's name.

And I felt like an outsider. Daniel was still there. Calm. Watching. Enjoying every second of it. "I think it's time for you to leave," he said softly. His voice was smooth. Far too smooth. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to drag him out of that house. I wanted to scream that he would never win. But I did none of those things. Because anger would not fix this. Violence would not fix this. I had already made enough mistakes by acting before thinking. Never again.

Said the girl on the other end of the phone, who is one of my trustees in Japan. "Pavi, I need you to find all information about this person and this Logo, and when I say all, you know what I mean." I told her as I emailed her all the details. "Yeah, I know, hmmm about Argon Socherberg? Who exactly is this man? He also has a tattoo on his face, is this the new trend? This logo, it’s the same with your tattoo right?" she wondered. "Is there any pending mission there?" I asked lazily as I sat in my swivel chair, ignoring her questions.

A screamed left his mouth making him to bump off the ground. "Hold tight do not let his hand go and Hayley maintain the barrier." Grandma said and turned to her mate. "She doesn't have any tattoo over her skin, right?" Grandma said and the other nodded. "Not even a small even a dot that she told you she had since she was young." Grandma said and Tyler shook his head again. "Other than a small butterfly tattoo that she had last year on our first mating anniversary nothing does she have." Tyler said. Grandma nodded. "Take a step back almost 5 steps back and hold yourself tight. If you are not strong enough then leave but do not get tempted by anything even a single word during the whole proces

I closed my eyes, about to jump off a building, when an ill-timed phone ringtone blared. On the other end of the phone came a voice that I couldn't be more familiar with. It was my own voice. "Don't jump, Jack Sterling."

“My place in Seattle. Move in. Fuck the family, fuck what anyone thinks. I’m done pretending I don’t want you every goddamn minute of every day.” Riley’s heart did something complicated in her chest. She traced one of the tattoos on his pec, a raven in flight, the one he had gotten the week she turned eighteen. “You’re insane,” she whispered. “Yeah,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple. “For you. For six fucking years.” She was quiet for a long time. Then she tilted her head up and kissed him slowly, soft, nothing like the hate fueled desperation of the weekend. “Okay,” she said against his lips.

“Have you thought about getting a piercing? I see you with your nose pierced.” I smiled and shook my head, “No way. I would never.” “Oh, come on, I’m going for a new tattoo in a few weeks. Why don’t you join me?” He asked. “A tattoo parlor? I’ve never been to one before, but I don’t see myself getting a piercing or a tattoo.” I said and shook my head. “You can’t convince me of that.” “Okay, tattoos hurt and they don’t come off. They are permanent and you have to see them for the rest of your life.” He tells me and pointed a finger at me like he’s warning a small child. “Maybe you shouldn’t get one.”

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.