Ethel Cain Tattoos Novels & Stories

Stepping up on the platform, she placed her hands on the upper arms. “Such a naughty girl.” Tank said as they each stepped up and secured her wrists. “Our beautiful naughty girl.” They both knelt and unhooked the thigh highs. As Tank pulled down the thigh high on his leg, he trailed open mouth kisses down the back of her leg. Ink pulled the black hose down on and inspected the tattooed garter. White lace with detailed shadows made the top and bottom. Around the center it read Daniel Evelyn Cade. There was also a date in March.

Cole came out of the washroom after becoming normal. As he approached them, Ethan uttered, "I'm jealous of you, Cole?" He teased him. "Jealous of me? Why?" He asked, his brows narrowed in confusion. Reyna showed Cole the tattoo by raising her index finger. "Reyna inked your name, but not mine," Ethan uttered. "Offo! Ethan, I'll have one more tattoo." As she spoke, they both sternly said in unison. "No." "Why?" She inquired, swaying her eyes from Cole to Ethan.

Avi gasped softly. “We all have things we hide,” he said, his voice rougher than usual. With another shift, the scar vanished. Slowly hesitantly Avi released the illusion covering her own tattoo. The curling design spread across her neck and cheek, etched like living ink. Cain reached out, touching the outer line with care. “Five lines,” he murmured, impressed. “My mate is a very strong sorceress.” She rolled her eyes at him, but he only smiled.

Cain is lounged back in a leather easy chair, his two friends spaced out on the nearby couch. My attention travels back to Cain and I have to cover my mouth so they won't hear my dreamy sigh. Holy moly. He gets more irresistible every time I see him. In the old white T-shirt he's wearing, I can finally see his tattoos. They rake down his arm in spikes and brushes of bluish green. The material of the shirt is thinner than his usual flannel, so I can see patterns of his chest hair underneath, more tattoos sneaking out over the neckline.

“But yeah, guilty as charged. Can you blame me? Look at you—flushed, wrapped in my robe, smelling like sex and vanilla. You’re a walking temptation, Cass.” I bit my lip, fighting a smile as I traced the inked lines of the tattoo on his chest—a intricate phoenix rising from ashes, symbolizing the rebirth he’d clawed out after his turbulent past. My fingers followed the curves, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” I whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the center of it. “But seriously… today was rough. The fight, Ethan… I didn’t think we’d end up here, like this.”

— Thirty minutes later, we were in Ethan’s apartment. The place was quiet, just the four of us. The air was thick with tension, no one wanting to be the first to say what we were all thinking. Ethan exhaled. “That tattoo.” I nodded. “It belongs to the Scorpios.” Sienna stiffened beside me. “Who?” Cassie answered first. “A crew from Chicago. Not as big as Matteo’s organization, but brutal. Efficient. They specialize in… cleanup.” Sienna’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean, cleanup?”

Her eyes were red and puffy as she covered her face. "Raine, don't do anything stupid." Charlie reached for her, and as she moved, a tattoo peeked out from her collar—a sleek arrow with a bold C inked into it. Something clicked. Charlie had a similar tattoo on his chest, a Cupid-like design. When I asked about it, he brushed it off. Just for fun, he'd said. He always swore Raine was like a sister.

Even though Ethelbert was busy with other things, his sensitivity was always waiting. "On the killer's scalp and tongue there is a tattoo. The symbol belongs to one of the Four Great Families." Ethelbert's searching finger paused slightly. Until now, he had been silent, waiting for Vincent to continue. As if seeing Ethelbert's current actions directly right now, Vincent let out a sigh and wearily said: "It's an eagle." Eagle. It is the symbol of the Celton family - also the family of Vincent.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

She said confusing us further "We are getting tattoos. We all have physical scars on our body. Violet, you have the scar you got as a kid, just above your breast. Cara, the scar you refused to talk about on your stomach. Fiona, I remember a prominent scar between your breasts. We are going to cover it up" She explained I was marvelled by the amount of thinking she has put into this "With what inscription?" Violet asked "I'm thinking something feministic, something about ourselves" Danielle said "Love" Cara said