Foolish Tattoo Novels & Stories

The initials of Hanley’s full name! The tattoo was designed in a way that made it look like the letters were growing off a red spider lily’s stalk… and before long, Hanley felt an extremely primal lust within him. After all, the fact that she had permanently etched his name onto her… Wasn’t that way too suggestive?! Pleased with how shocked he was, Fabiola proudly declared, “Well? Sexy, isn’t it? I made it myself, so you don’t have to worry about my skill! Once I’ve made yours, we’ll truly be unstoppable together!”

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

He turned around and her eyes got fixed on his chest and the letter 'A' which was written on his chest, a tattoo. The surroundings of his chest where the tattoo was drawn was a bit red due to the fresh tattoo being made last night. His chest was looking sexy with the first letter of her name on it. She took a deep breath and pulled her top... down from the chest side and showed him her tattoo. He chuckled lightly as he spoke, "We are lovers, aren't we?" "We are fools..." she was interrupted by him saying, "We are fools in love." The ring of his phone interrupted their conversation when he attended the call and he listened to the other person, then after a minute, he spoke, "Alright, thanks."

“you can’t fool me with a tattoo…” “it’s a mating mark. I have had this for thousand of years. My beloved out there can vouch for me. Because he was the one who marked me the dau eh was born.” He gestured for Dylan/ Wolfie, who was in control proudly nodded. “ he is my mate and mine alone. The one you met was a cheap counterfeit,” The man stammered. “b-but.., but he… he looked like you… you.. you are a witch you can fool us with magic. You can easily fool me and….”

I run my finger on the tattoo on his arm. "It used to be her name then I had it covered up so now it's a wolf." "Why would you have her name on you? Did you believe that it would be the two of you for the rest of your lives?" "I did." "I would never get a tattoo. And even if I love someone I would I'd never have a name of a person as my tattoo. I think it's like being branded. I think it's stupid." "I thought it was a great idea then."

My eyes sparkled with mirth, and I bit my lip to stifle the giggles that threatened to escape. "Makes me wanna tattoo my cock as well." I added, clearing my throat. But Renato didn't seem to find that funny. I mean, it was really funny because nothing would have prepared me for what I saw. Who on earth would tattoo their dick and write 'don't touch. This dick is mine'? I wondered, torn between amusement and bewilderment. It was weird and cute at the same time. "Alright, fine," I sighed, rolling my eyes and gently letting go of his arm. "I'm sorry."

"Scarlett is the new member of the cheer squad. Your latest competition. A candidate for vice-captain." "What?!!" The word escaped my lips before I could contain it, echoing off the locker-lined walls. Brooklyn's hand found my shoulder, her touch a signal of solidarity and a prelude to the battles we would face together. It was our silent agreement, a pact forged in the unspoken understanding that no matter what, we'd stand united. As I mentally prepared myself for the onslaught to come, I couldn't help but wonder, Can I say FUCK now? I mean, in my head.

"I managed to ask, 'What's your name?'" She whispered her name, 'Aoife Marshall,' her long lashes fluttering behind her glasses as she continued to avoid my gaze. "Do you know why I stopped you? My eyes shifted from her lashes towards her pouty pink lips, and a black mole complimented them as she sucked her lower lip. The blush of her cheeks could give competition to the ripest of tomatoes. I didn’t know if she answered my question or not. I was busy exploring her beauty, watching her lift her hand as she rested a strand of hair behind her ear. Suddenly my eyes caught on the tattoo on her wrist. "El Amor Nunca Falla—N.M." (Love Never Fails—N.M.) Curious, I asked, "What’s that?" She creased h

"Wait!" I lifted my right pointer finger and showed it to everyone. "Look at my pointer finger. Before this incident took place, Mia caused me to injure it. So, a huge chunk of my skin is missing." I continued, "Because of the injury, my fingerprint should've been damaged. However, in David's diagram, it looks completely intact. This fingerprint must be fake." David was clearly in shock. He wasn't expecting this to happen. He even checked the diagram multiple times to verify what I was saying.