Fiona Apple Tattoos Novels & Stories

she started, tapping her straw against her frappuccino lid, "we should get matching tattoos. Something ridiculous. Like a tiny potato on our wrists." Kira snorted. "Right, because Camila is dying to have a root vegetable permanently inked on her body." I huffed a small laugh, shaking my head. "Why a potato?" "Because they're versatile. Like you. And also, I just really love fries." Ava grinned. I rolled my eyes, but the corner of my lips lifted. Ava's gaze lingered on me for a second, her smile softening—like she knew I needed the distraction. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. They were dramatic, ridiculous. But I was grateful. Because for a short moment, I wasn't drowning.

Onur-Love wins, and the forbidden apple is sweeter than everything, only we know that because we experienced it. Lenor-Let everyone gets such love.

Danika responded. "Who drew it?" She asked. "I wish I knew. It was visible after I shifted. It was never there before and no one drew it on my body," she replied. The tattoo was the picture of a wolf howling under the moon. "It is beautiful though." "Thank you Ms. Nahigra." She said as she grabbed an apple. "Thanks for the fruits too." She said and got watered by Nicholas again. "Nicholas stop!" She yelled. "Do you know Danika?" Nahigra asked Hoots who was preparing where his wife would lie down to sleep.

She pressed her fingers against her temples. Her voice was quick, certain and almost blabbering. Connel's gaze rested on her calmly, his eyes squinted. He let her spill her worries and he moved closer, close enough they seemed tangled. “A tattoo?” He asked, his tone low and measured. “Yes,” Ariel paused. “It was that of a needle and thread, like a reminder of a stitch or a scar. She has a scar right on the same wrist where the ink was drawn.” “A scar.” Connel didn't understand why she was focused on it. “You bump into hundreds of people in this city. Ariel, why does this one matter?” He questioned.

She said she worked with girl that had tattoos and how much longer they had to stay in the makeup chairs to cover them for a shoot, so she held off. The tattoo was of two unicorns, a male and a female, necks entwined while they nuzzled each other. The artist was the best she could find, and the colors were vibrant, the details painstaking. It was beautiful and I told her so, promising to kiss it when it healed more.

Lily stated "So? The Mafia Vice Chairman is not your mystery guy?" Anna enquired "I am not entirely sure but I don't think so" Lily said and Anna shook her head "Oh, I have an idea" Anna's face brightened up "You said your mystery guy had some tattoos of lilies on his chest right?" "A very enchanting tattoo of lilies, yes" Lily said "Just.... all you need to do is find out if Leonardo DiCaprio has the same tattoos on his chest too" Anna said

Her mesmerizing and radiant beauty and the graceful curve of her figure, a captivating silhouette, drew his gaze like a moth to a flame. Her eyes, akin to liquid emerald pools, shimmered in the light, and he found himself ensnared in her eyes – where he felt the intoxicating pull of drowning within their captivating depths. Yet, it was the way she ogled at him that stole his breath away. Her eyes fixated on his tattoos, drawn to the intricate details inked into his skin. On his left arm, the Celtic Knot work with Fangs unfolded a captivating narrative, where fangs seamlessly blended with ancient Celtic motifs. The Veins and Blood tattoo, like a river of life, traced mesmerizing paths within

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

Sebastian chips in and Alpha Hugh nods in agreement. Then he looks at Krystal. “Krystal, have you found anything about Hera’s tattoo yet?” He asks and she snaps her fingers in realization before she rushes to bring a paper out of her pocket. I watch her as she opens up the paper and she begins to read the content. She reveals that she found out the tattoo actually is a weapon that was gifted to me by my parents before they died. It’s given to every Luna or Alpha of the Fang once they clock eighteen and theirs were given to them too when they reached adulthood.

“Yannick saw the kids born from those women as assets. The boys would go on to become his boeviki, and the girls … Well, we had other uses.” We? Did she just say we? My eyes widen as I hold my breath. She straightens up, advancing on me with purpose. I start to stand, but she’s faster. She kneels in front of me, ripping open her jacket and shirt to expose the skin on her right shoulder. Pressed into it is a tattoo of a fox sitting on its haunches. Its black body is surrounded by thick, detailed chains. One look, and I can tell that the tattoo has been there for a long time.