Fiona Apple Tattoos Novels & Stories

"You can have anything you want." "Anything?" Fiona looked up at him with sparkling eyes. "What about being marked as your mate?" Ryan paused. "Anything except that." Her expression stiffened. "Why? Didn't you say you'd find a way to dissolve your bond with Jennifer? Did you change your mind?" "Why bring her up?" Ryan suddenly pulled away. He seemed visibly irritated. "I'm just worried," Fiona said coyly. "After all, she's your fated mate chosen by the Moon Goddess. She's the Luna of this pack."

"Ooh thanks, Miss Kierra" "Does it have a meaning" "Not really, it's just a fancy tattoo. When I went to a tattoo shop I picked it because I liked the simplicity. It reminds me of our god the Moon Goddess" "That's lovely. A crown on a moon. It's a nice one. I can see that you are really faithful to her to even get a tattoo that reminds you of her " I said " Yeah I am" "I'll go back to the house to get prepared, I'll be waiting for you"

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.

My eyes trailed down her body, admiring the intricate tattoos that adorned her skin, each one telling a story of her strength and resilience. As I continued to trace the lines of her tattoos, my gaze fell upon a single name inked right below her left breast: Reynard. Reynard. It means male fox. She used to call me that when I called her my little fox. The sight of the tattoo stirred something deep within me. She had permanently marked herself with my name, a symbol of our connection that transcended time and distance. My heart ached with emotion, a mix of love and disbelief. She had tattooed it. She had carried me with her, even when we were apart. I reached out gently, my fingers tracing th

I hoped I didn’t need any clothes, since marking usually involves being naked and I liked getting fucking naked with April. Fox took off, following that sweat ass scent of April. She smelled like a type of baby Vaseline. I know it’s fucking weird, but I love that smell. It reminds me of getting a tattoo, I used to rub it on my tattoo’s to make them heal better. Didn’t need it anymorw though, because I got two new ones last week and I healed in a fucking day. One was a tattoo of Princes Leia in a cartoon style. For my own princess. And then I got Leia’s and Oliver’s birthday’s on my arm. I didn’t have much fucking skin left.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

She explains as I got dressed. "Wow that sounds interesting. So how do I look?" I spin around in front of her. "You look smoking hot. Is that a tattoo on your back?" "Oh yes, like it?" "Yes. It looks cool." I was taller than Fiona so her blouse exposed my belly button and the tattoo on my back in my waist. It was a tribal symbol that Royals have. I also got another tattoo on my back on my upper right. It was a crown surrounded by a blue moon. No one knew what it means so I didn’t have to hide them. We went downstairs to the kitchen.

Her heart was jackhammering so wildly that she was afraid it would burst out of her ribcage. He pulled his shirt down as it pooled around his boots. Grabbing her hands he placed them on his chest. "You like the ink on my skin don't you?" He rasped and Fiona gave a beautiful smile. "Of course," She whispered as her fingertips touched the outlines of the tattoos. "I like them, they make you look more intimidating and hot," She said coolly though her heart was on the verge of bursting in shrill excitement as her fingers stroked his hot skin. His breathing has deepened as well.

Those unrelenting eyes that looked straight into her soul the other night as he fucked his cock into her mouth, the thought had her almost choking on her toast as she tried to make up a conversation to distract her, “ um, the weather looks nice?” She cringed at how unsure she sounded as he faced Killian , whose brows raised before he answered. “ It is.” Curt is short, and mysterious, just like him. “She saw a tattoo written on the slim hidden side of his index fingers, with the name ‘Fiona’ written on a cursive note “ Fiona? Who is that?” She asked, but a part of Brynn knew it was a mistake the moment she saw fast he had stiffened and his once soft gaze had turned cold and solemn.

"You can have as many as you fucking like, Aaro. I am getting a tattoo today." "Can I get one too?" she asked softly. I nodded. "Want to get one for your sister?" By the end of the afternoon, she had three piercings in her ear and a small tattoo that said ERO on the inside of her upper arm. The tattoo guy had given her several options, but she said all the letters needed to be in caps. Which you don’t usually do with a name, but fuck it if that’s what my girl wants then that's what she gets.