Gaara Love Tattoo Novels & Stories

So how could he frown over something that beautiful? Confessions weren’t exactly a new thing for Gaara. His reputation as a bad boy since high school had pretty much made him a magnet for girls. He admitted he hadn’t been a virgin since back then, but he had never once tied love into it. For him, sex was an impulse and a need like food. When you’re hungry, you eat. That simple. When it came to love, Gaara never cared didn’t need it. He didn’t need a girl asking for his time, his attention, or his money. But if it was a girl he actually liked then yeah that was different.

D Fox The story Nathan talks about when he explains his tattoos is Sakura Gari (The Hunt for Cherry Blossoms) by the brilliant Yuu Watase. He was the character I was most hesitant about when writing, just because Nathan is the ‘misunderstood’ one; the one even I couldn’t always understand.

And why do I believe in him so much. "It will be dangerous." Gael looked at the clock, he was still with a cigarette in his mouth, then he stood up. Damn, Gael looks a lot like a gangster member, because he wears a black man suit and a white shirt with the top 3 buttons unbuttoned. Because it shows his tiger tattoo, and since when did he have a tiger tattoo? Even though his original form was a western tiger, but still this was too much for him. In fact, I have no intention of getting a dragon tattoo for the future.

He moves closer, stopping when he is nestled between my legs, his rock hard cock poking at my entrance deliciously. Softly, I run my fingers over his muscled shoulders, down his rock hard biceps, over his forearms, and back up. When I reach his shoulders once again I run my hands down over his chest, taking in every muscled ridge of his body. My fingers falter when I notice the tattoo placed lovingly over his heart. Okami. I place a kiss over the tattoo, receiving a groan of approval from Kenji. “I got this tattoo to remember our time in your parent’s garden.” He whispers in my ear, sending shivers of awareness through me.

The assistant drove Jasper home and passed by the tattoo studio. "Alright. You are not allowed to tell anyone." Jasper got out of the car and twisted the ring on his finger gloomily. "Young Master, do you really want to get a tattoo? It hurts to have a tattoo around the finger." The assistant tried to remind him. "Enough with the nonsense." Jasper warned him and gently took off the ring. "On the position of the ring, tattoo these words, ‘SP is my love’." Jasper was scared. He was afraid that he would wake up one day and really forget Summer.

Cal bellows out in his Alpha tone as he walks out of the trees and closer to the asshole that he will soon destroy while Liam starts rounding up everyone and linking our other members that are spaced out across the forest. My heart is pounding in my chest while Taz gears up ready for my signal so that he can shift. I look to my side and see that my mate appears to be in the same state as me so I quickly pull him into me and give him a long hard kiss. "I love you, darling." He smiles wide before giving me another kiss "I love you too baby." We both face the front where Cal is and wait for the signal while I send a quick prayer up to the moon goddess to keep my mate safe.

I saw an elaborate tattoo on his right arm. I sucked in my breath. I never knew we could get such pretty tattoos made. There was an intricate pattern of olive leaves, in the shape of a lily and nestled in between were multi-colored hearts, similar to my Alexart. The hearts glowed in the sunlight giving it a surreal appearance. When did Aaron get this tattoo? I couldn’t have missed such an exquisite tattoo, could I? “ How!!!” I whispered. “ He is not Aaron, he is a form shifter,” Eva said turning towards me.

V GOD! His chest is a-fucking-mazing! I won't be mad if he never wears another shirt. GASPS! O.M.G! Did he really..? "You got my name tattooed on you?!" I excitedly shriek. He has 'MY KEYA' tattooed on his abs in Old English font. Curved kinda like how Tupac has 'Thug Life' tattooed on his abs! Wow he must be really crazy about me! I am starting to fall for this guy, hard!

The man swallowed, steadied, and began. Gabriel didn’t flinch when the needle kissed his skin. His eyes never left Elena’s. With every stroke of ink, his grin grew wider, his breath heavier. “Do you see this, sweetheart? This is forever. Every scar on me is for you. This one will sing your name.” Elena’s hands shook, her eyes burning with tears she didn’t want to let fall. When the tattooist finished, Gabriel’s chest bore her name—Elena—in dark, elegant script. He leaned back, sweat glistening on his skin, his grin pure fire.

It was as if the tattoos served as a roadmap to her inner world, and I found myself drawn deeper into the narrative she was painting on her skin. As Gabby unveiled the mystery of her tattoos, a sense of anticipation lingered in the air. The moment took an unexpected turn when Gabby, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, asked if I wanted to see where the fourth tattoo was. My heart skipped a beat as I gulped nervously, feeling a combination of excitement and curiosity.