Ellie Williams Tattoo Novels & Stories

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

I turned to see Elias walking in, dressed casually in jeans and a dark sweater, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other. "Elias!" I said, genuinely pleased to see him. "You came!" "Of course I came," he said, crossing to us. "My Luna opens her first business, and you think I'd miss it?" He handed me the flowers and champagne. "Congratulations, Katy. This place is incredible." "Thank you," I said, smiling. "That means a lot coming from you." "I mean it," he said, looking around. "And I'm calling dibs on being your first customer at the tattoo shop. I've been thinking about getting some new ink anyway."

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

As if to confirm I wasn't seeing things, I looked down at myself, just beside my soaked pussy, and met the same tattoo on the underside of my thigh. Unless this was some very crazy coincidence, I only knew one other person with that tattoo on that same exact spot. Four years ago, the night Ellie was supposed to be back from her family vacation… Max and I got matching tattoos specifically in places Ellie would never see. After all, even though were never official, before him and Ellie… there was a him and me! I looked back at the laptop again, watching in shock and disbelief as he pulled out of her and a rope of cum slid out of Mia's wet pussy.

she teased. “Just the right kind of too much,” Ellie said, adjusting the straps of her bold, sheer red blouse. Her jeweled bra glittered beneath the fabric, paired with a tight black mini skirt and fiery red heels. She tossed her bouncy curls, winged eyeliner sharp enough to kill. “What do you think? Spicy enough for Vegas?” “You’re fire,” I laughed. “Absolutely dangerous.” We moved to the sofa, Ellie balancing precariously as she fastened her heels. Sadie checked her phone, then looked up mischievously. “We have time for a quick dance TikTok?”

“Your beautiful Ellie, everything about you is so fucking beautiful. These scars show me how brave and how strong you are, baby. Have you ever thought about getting it covered?” I frown, raising my eyebrows as I ask him. “What do you mean, getting it covered how?” He sighs, still kissing my scarred skin as he whispers. “My Sister is a tattoo artist. She has her own studio. I know she's covered the scars of people who self-harm. Maybe she could do something for you. we could go and see her if you want to?” I smile as I think about it. Could I really hide it with a tattoo? Finally, be free of his cruel branding. I turn to Zac with a glimmer of hope in my eyes as I say.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

Ellie's fingers tightened around the blanket. "I was... a-attacked." Her eyes flickered toward her wrist, and she immediately looked away. Indianna noticed. Slowly, she lifted her own sleeve, revealing the scar Rogue had left behind. "Ellie." The girl's eyes widened. "The same person who attacked you attacked me." Ellie stared at the scar. "The same place?" she whispered. Indianna nodded. "Yes. I have another scar on my stomach too." Ellie's expression changed from fear to confusion.

" Ellie was so angry that she almost died. She had just said that she would do a live stream of eating poop as a casual remark. Why did this annoying woman keep bringing it up? Ellie said with her neck stiff, "Are you sure that's a real card? Maybe this card is forged at a random roadside printing shop. I don't believe it!" The saleswoman frowned. "Miss, Villa One's owner is our most distinguished customer. We would not have mistaken her identity!"

And I pulled out my phone and turned it on and I showed him a photo of what I was looking for. He called the other tattoo artist over and showed it to him. The guy said to give him about half an hour and he’d be ready to do it. So we sat down and waited for him to be ready. “I don’t know if this is a good idea.” Riley said. “I don’t care what the guys think. I already have a big one down the bottom of my back. This is just another one that isn’t going to bother me at all.” I said. “Well, I think that wolf is really beautiful. It’s not aggressive or anything like that.” She said.