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he announced. I slowly left his waist and then my eyes fell on his bare waist and I was taken aback. My nails had dug so deep that it started bleeding. "I.. I'm sorry," I blurted out. He looked at his injuries and smiled. "It's nothing," he muttered. I nodded. After that, he sprayed a foam like liquid on my shoulder and wiped it off with a tissue, and post that, he made me look at my tattoo in the mirror. The moment I looked at the tattoo I went silent. It was a simple and minimalistic tattoo, but it looked beautiful in my shoulder. The tattoo had the lines of heat beating on an ecg machine and a heart shape drawn in the middle of it.

******* EPILOGUE Six Years Later… Araheen finished the last flourish of a script tattoo across a man’s forearm, the words MY LIFE IS PRECIOUS flowing in elegant black ink. Beside it was the image of a woman based on a sketch the client himself had drawn. She bore a striking resemblance to a sylph, though Araheen did not think much of it. Satisfied with her work, she switched off the tattoo machine and set her tools aside. “It’s done, sir,” she said. “I hope you like it.”

He was so serious and I wasn’t going to disobey him, especially when we have a whole sex dungeon. I sat down and watch her prepare the needles, I swallowed hard. When she was about to start I moved my hand. “I can't do this! It is too painful!” I said and Jerald gave me a reassurance look. “Like hell it is, you have a whole tattoo on your back,” Jerald raised his voice a little bit. “This and that is different,” I mumbled and he looked away and took a deep breath in. “Okay fine! I took sleeping pills to have this tattoo done! There is the confession!!”

There was no way I could put on a smile. I had gone through seven revisions with the tattoo artist before settling on that design. We had decided upon the number of petals, the flow of the hidden lines, and the exact petal beneath which the letter would be concealed. I had drawn every detail. Back then, Zach told me the rose represented me, passionate yet covered in thorns. Julie noticed me and quickly lowered her hand. “Miss Annie, please don’t misunderstand. Madam Cross wanted to see how the tattoo turned out, so she asked me to come by.”

"They stopped suddenly, too, as if he thought we were a...lost cause." Tristan's gaze met hers. "Was there anything else you can recall about the man tonight?" She went to shake her head, but then something flickered to mind. "He had a tattoo on his left pec, over his heart. It was about three inches long." She straightened, making Brady shift his hand to her hip. "I need something to draw on." Ceara stood and went to a shelf, bringing back a pad of paper and pen.

Tattoos. At first, my ultimate aim was to damn my parents. I didn’t know them–still don’t–but I viewed them as those perfect rich people and having a rebellious son was something to damn them even though it’s stupid and fucked up because they don’t even care that I exist. I did it anyway. Then the feeling of having that needle stretch inks across my skin turned into something else. It turned into something that moulded my pain. At least for a little while. Then it turned into something I can confide in. I could tell my body secrets that no one else has to know. They meant not just inks to damn any shitty person; they turned to my personal journal. Stories stretched across my skin–never to be

That is after stuffing myself with good food and slap a ridiculous amount of skincare on my face including this gold mask. The next thing I know I'm being carried to the bed by those strong tattooed arms. ‘forEVEr’ or the way we pronounce it for-eve-err can easily be read from his right arm. Previously he only tattooed his left hand with drawings so I asked why not the other hand, why not words instead of drawings, so many why's that the next time I saw him I caught those Roman words already inked on his right arm. He told me he only put my name there because he's saving space for his three kids under mine.

Here is the beginning of me, you, and our beloved child Here is the beginning of a new round of great love for you my princess I promise I will never abandon you I promise I will never make you sad I swear that I love you more than anything or anyone in this wide world And that I will keep my little family with love until the day I lose my soul in it Telling you that you are the only ones who fill my eyes, and who make me love the days I live more It's bad to make me so real..too bad. In the end, they realized the reason why tattoos did not appear from the beginning is that they cannot transform.. their tattoos will appear if they are tattooed just like omega wolves

My heart won’t allow it I look into the mirror and get a crazy idea throw on my jacket grab my keys and head out the door informing my father I will meet everyone at the funeral knowing deep down I won’t be there I will never say goodbye to my love and my child, never! Walking into the tattoo shop I can’t help but to look around at all the art work and tattoos plastered all over the walls, amazing! “Thanks, how can I help you”? I hear snapping me back to reality umm I need a tattoo, two of them actually I tell the man with big arms and amazing art work all over his body. “ what did you have in mind”? Umm you see….. I proceeded to tell him the whole story than told him to freestyle two pieces

“Err, yeah. What can I do for you?” She smiled, showing off a set of perfectly white, straight teeth. “I want a tattoo.” “Ok, what are you thinking about getting?” I asked. “I want this.” She took a piece of paper out of her purse and passed it to me. It was a picture of a compass, an arrow pointing to the North. The caption said, “Don’t look back, you’re not going that way.” It was a pretty powerful message. I looked back up at her face, looking closely, I could see the worry lines, the fear behind those beautiful honey-colored eyes. “What’s your name?” I asked her. “Why?” she asked, almost defensively. “Just interested, that’s all. This will take me around an hour to do, it would be nice i