Ethel Cain Tattoos Novels & Stories

"But we both can still have a thing together... you know what I mean." "and be your lapdog... someone you sleep with, without any feelings attached." She hurled back at him. "Then go away, I have nothing to do with you then." He rejected her immediately and she finished with her words. Cara nodded her head in compliance to his rejection. She was about to take her leave when she stopped and turned back to him. Cara shifted aside and opened the upper part of her dress to reveal the tattoo on the side of her shoulder. "I've seen this from somewhere. Why is that logo there on your shoulder, who are you," Ethan questioned, expecting a response.

I feared this rage would overpower my sanity, leading me to do something foolish. "Be cautious, Damian," my inner voice warned, causing me to exhale loudly. Standing up, I removed my shirt and approached the mirror. Turning to the side, I gazed at the tattoo adorning the upper part of my left arm. It depicted the likeness of a young woman, and beneath her face, the Greek name Κασσάνδρα was etched, meaning Cassandra. I had gotten the tattoo the week after I first saw Cassie at the moonlit party. I had observed her every day, morning and night, engraving her appearance in my mind.

Ethan is not in the room anymore, looks like he went to the bathroom but I was wrong cause he came out from another direction with a box in his hand which he dropped on the space beside me on the bed. He took of his shirt and I almost lost my breath, I had to force myself to look away, holy fuck moly this man look so ethereal, I was just noticing his back tattoo, it was a tattoo of an eagle, it was well painted, I was still fantasizing until he took off his belt scary manner, I jolted out of my fantasies and gulped nervously, clinging o to my jeans I bit my lower lips, as Ethan advance towards me, I kept my gaze to the floor shaking noticeably. “Lift your face”

The staff smiled and gently placed Zea's arm on the table for the tattoo removal. Zea closed her eyes the moment she felt the tip of the device touch her skin. She bit her lips hard, struggling to hold back the tears. "I want that tattoo gone. Flawless and traceless," Ethan said coldly. At this point, Zea can't help but glare at him. You're so evil... "What? Are you cursing me right now?" Zea smirked. "No, but I'm about to." He naughtily grinned at her. "Someday, you'll gonna thank me for doing that."

Chapter 9 Caitlyn was standing beside her gate when Martin arrived in his car. She was wearing a black leather skirt that stopped way above her knees, a small white top that clung to her body, a black leather jacket, and a white shoe to match. Martin swallowed nothing as he stared at her. He was mesmerized by her beautiful face and body. He cleared his throat nervously, winded down, and poked his head out a little. "Get in!" He ordered her. She smiled and quickly rushed to enter the car.

I didn’t think I would be able to survive any longer in that bag. I felt them slice open the top of the bag, narrowly missing my hair by a few strands. When I saw light finally, I thought it was my call to escape, and crawled out of the bag with my free legs. Only to realise I was in another prison. Another den. The feeling of being in that den, although it was diverse from Lenard Lee’s, terrified me to my core. The walls were painted black and the men sported black shirts, like a uniform, but what frightened me further were their tattoos. They were written in Thai language, with no way for me to make out what they meant.

The driver's door swung open, and Ethel stepped out with flair. Ethel's bold outfit commanded attention: green sunglasses, red pantyhose, white sneakers, and her signature red pirate bandana. She caught sight of the group and began walking towards them in slow motion, her hips swaying dramatically. "Why is she walking like that?" Chelsea asked, intrigued. Angel chuckled. "Oh, that's just Ethel. Always bringing the drama." Chelsea shot Angel a sidelong glare, his discomfort growing as Angel stood close to Arc. Leslie whispered urgently, "Kai, you can still make it to the van if you slip between those blocks of cars before she sees you."

The yellow eyed bird had its head pushed gently on the chest of the other. On another poster sat a stoic black cat in front of a smokey, whispy background. An Egyptian beaded collar and cartouch hung over its neck and shoulders. The words, 'I get easily distracted by cats and tattoos' split above and below the image. Elena snorted softly to herself. 'I bet she does get distracted by tattoos on a... NO! No. No, no, no, no. I'm not going down that route again.' She smirked, 'But gawd do I miss those lips and hands all over my body.'

Cath said in a snappy saying. As embers flew in the feral and rotting flesh it wasn't Ruelle but Theo experiencing like a curse into which Theo woke up in cold sweat only to find a grim and depresssing woman covered in traditional hanuka and Aztec sigma written all over her body were tattoos that represent the undying old folk "Who are you?" Theo questioned with the alertness of retracting his wolf claws ready to attack the poor woman who was winding up some sage to release all the evil toxins in his Chi "Calm down! This is a shaman her name-" Cath got cut off and "WHY DID YOU LET HER IN??" Theo butted in as to seeing the embodienmnet of his fears

The king really wanted us to just… stand here all night? “We should patrol east first,” Ethan suggested, pointing down the length of the gate. “Circle through the crop lands, then loop back west.” As he stretched his arm to demonstrate, I couldn’t help but notice how his muscles tensed beneath the black fabric of his shirt. My eyes involuntarily trailed over to his other arm, which was decorated with inked tribal tattoos crawling from his wrist up his neck and vanishing beneath his shirt. “Sound good to you?” he asked, catching my gaze.