Ethel Cain Tattoos Novels & Stories

Ethan says, and for some odd reason, because he says he does not like it, I try to hold back my tears because of him. "I won’t," I say and start cleaning his wounds around his torso when I noticed something I think I should have seen the two times Ethan was shirtless in front of me. He has tattoos, and I know Islam is against tattoos, but his are beautiful. He has a few around his chest area. Maybe he recently got them. "Do you like them?" Ethan says noticing me admiring his tattoos "Yes, I do, and did it hurt when you got them?" "It did a little. Do you want one?"

I said, and the crowd turned to Ethan immediately. “Yeah, it's different.” “Damn, it's really not them.” “Who the hell did this?” Ethan stepped out of the crowd and walked towards me. He took off his shirt, leaving him shirtless. He wrapped his shirt around my waist to cover my torn dress. The student shouted and snapped several pictures of him. But he didn't care. He stepped in front of me, covering me from the crowd. “And for those of you that watched the videos, did you see anything like this on the man?” He asked and lowered his trousers. I stared down and saw a tattoo on him. I stared at it very well and saw that it was a pretty lilac flower, a symbol of my name. The students shouted in

"Your knee. Elias can treat it. Go to Alpha City. Surrender yourself. Give up Marcus's intelligence. Your name will be entered into the war criminal registry. But it does not warrant death. Whether you go or not. You decide." She did not look back. The door closed behind her. At the gates of the estate, Cain stood waiting. He wore no armor. The sleeves of his black civilian tunic were rolled up to his elbows. Exposing the old scar on his forearm. The one he had brought out of the forge. Not the burn on his right shoulder. The chilblain scar she had discovered on the back of his hand. He was waiting for her. She had walked the mountain paths through the entire night. Her boots were caked in m

Ethan asked, keeping a conversation going. “Callie and I want to get tattoos.” “Oh, really?” The surprise was clear. “What are you girls getting?” “She wants to get a flower for your mom and I’ll get the leg tattoo of the sting.” “Will that be your first tattoo? In memory of a near death experience?” “It will be my first. Near-death experiences only make a person stronger.” “So, how has that experience strengthened you?” Ethan asked as he grabbed my hand. Resting his hand on my thigh, I accepted it.

“If so, this should be an easy question.” “Fire away.” “What animal is tattooed on Cillian’s upper thighs?” I shot her a look, my eyes wide and shocked with her question. “Tattoo? Inner thighs?” Kinsley’s forehead creases, her eyebrows meet in confusion. “Yeap. What animal is it?” I watch Kayleigh tilt her head as she waits for Kinsley’s reply. Kinsley and Reagan glimpse at each other. I can tell that they’re communicating in their mind-links. Probably making theories of what my tattoo is.

Jean murmured, finishing up the piece for me. Ciaran was covered in ink. So was Dargan. Ranging from geometric art to roses and the like. The pain couldn't be that unbearable if they had sat through so many hours. Or had they drank themselves into a stupor as well whilst doing it? Adelia turned to one wall, eyeing a semicolon tattoo. The bottom of it was a butterfly with its wings slightly open. The top was its head, antennae sticking from it. She looked at it this way and that until I stepped closer. Her eyes averted and I knew what she felt. Shame.

Aiden frowned slightly but walked in. Instead of entering the bathtub right away, he stood before the mirror and raised a hand to his chest. He peeled off a thin layer of something from his chest. This revealed a vivid and lifelike tattoo of a black eagle with piercing eyes. Aiden glanced at the tattoo briefly before he took his medicinal bath. ... Two days later, it was the day of Eliza’s birthday banquet. Knowing that Aiden would attend, Cassie woke up early to prepare. This evening was a rare opportunity for her, and she was determined to leave a lasting impression on him.

His fingernails were painted black, and his face closely shaved. Rhett had pulled his hair back into a ponytail, exposing the tattoo of the Triquetra on the point of his cheekbone beneath his left eye, something he had added to each of them that morning and planned to add to Aislen when they brought her back. The small tattoo had been far less painful than the one on Heath’s back of the river house, though Cameron had a different opinion. For someone who liked sex with a side of pain, he’d complained throughout the tiny tattoo.

So I walked over to them and I saw a woman’s body lying dead on the ground. “Callie.” I said leaning down next to her. I wiped her hair out of her face and I was trying to hold it together in front of my pack. But it was really hard. The warriors picked her up when something caught my attention and I told them to stop. I grabbed a hold of her arm and I looked at the exact same tattoo on her wrist. The Lycan King’s tattoo. “You bitch.” I said under my breath. Within an instant Ethan was by my side and he was looking at the tattoo as well.

Ethan, caught in the haze of his own release, tumbled back against the footboard, his chest heaving, his cock still dripping and red. Madison scrambled to the corner of the bed, her eyes glowing a lethal, predatory silver. She grabbed a discarded sheet to cover her nakedness, her hands trembling with a sudden, icy clarity. "The mark, Ethan," she hissed, her voice a serrated edge. "The tattoo on your shoulder. I’ve seen it twice tonight. Once on the men who tried to put a needle in my brain, and now on you." Ethan blinked, the gold in his eyes receding as he reached for her. "Madi, wait, I can—" "Who the fuck are you really working for, Ethan?"