Gillian Turner Tattoo Novels & Stories

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?

They both have the same tattoo… The tattoo I had seen on Lucian's body was on Elliot's arm. I almost stopped to ask Elliot about his tattoo that day at Pizza Lovers. But I was in a haste to catch up with the whisperer, so unfortunately, I couldn't. It was the exact same tattoo, the moon with a crown around it. I concluded back then that they would have gotten the tattoo from the same place, since it was something cool and trending, at least that was what Lucian said. He said he got this particular tattoo in a tattoo shop because it was cool and he liked it.

Henry looked at me quietly, his voice so low and hoarse it barely sounded human. “Where?” I lifted a finger and shakily pointed a little lower on my back, toward those faintly visible indentations. It was an extremely private and extremely sensitive place. “I… I want to tattoo it on my lower back.” The moment the words left my mouth, I saw Henry’s pitch-black pupils contract sharply, narrowing to needle points. The sudden sense of danger made my skin prickle. … “Whoa… Who’s excited?” “Lower back! So scandalous!”

I say, staring at her. She raises her head, batting her eyelashes. I smirk, manipulative. She gets up, and she struts towards me, twirling in circles as she advances towards me, I sight a large butterfly tattoo on her back, her brown hair is plaited into three braids. Taliana Black is a very beautiful woman, but her beauty is not mine to adore, it's someone else's. "Ca_den."She enunciates my name, a grin on her face.

He was afraid that his sharp fangs would hurt his fragile, delicate mate. Lilly saw that the tattoo was on Declan's chest, right where his beating heart was. It’s as big as Lilly’s palm and looks like a Ylang flower and a crescent moon in a circle, surrounded by lines that look like some tree vines. Meanwhile, Luca got the tattoo on his right, lower stomach, just on his sexy hips. And Finn has it on his right shoulder. The color of it is also different for the three of them. Declan is blue, Luca is white, and Finn is purple.

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

Lug Nut Watching Ailee get marked was a dream come true. Just one more step to making her all mine. The last thing is getting my ring on her finger. And that isn’t very far off. Six months isn’t long compared to the lifetime we are going to spend together. I’m not paying attention to Mick. The guy working on my tattoo. He has done some of my work before so I’m not worried. My eyes are glued to Tank and Ailee. Not that I don’t trust him. I trust the man with my life and my girl. I just like seeing Ailee’s tattoo come to life. Merigold has customized all the tattoos for the ol’e ladies but this one Ailee put in her thoughts as well. Most ol’e ladies have the tattoo on their back or chest. Not

she confessed, pulling me by the hand as she dragged me into the parlor. I had never gotten any tattoos. For me, it was a combination of being cautious due to my job and a fondness for my plain skin. But now, everything was shifting with this woman—my wife. The tattoo artist was a female whom Gianna called Weed, though her name was actually Reed. Unlike me, Gianna had a decent collection of tattoos, but I noticed they were mostly minimalistic designs—a small crescent moon on her wrist, her name written in cursive on her thigh, and a cross on her index finger. I even caught sight of something on her chest.

"The smaller one has a poke mark on the right cheek. The large one has a tattoo on his belly." The man wrote the observations. "What kind of tattoo?" Gillian hesitated then she turned to Tita Chedeng. "Please, cover your ears," she whispered gently. When the older woman swathed her ears with the shawl, Gillian spoke evenly. "Slut slayer." After several hours of a very detailed testimony, Gillian was exhausted both mentally and physically. Tita Chedeng provided food and drinks but the emotional distress of going back to the dark hours was untreatable.

I say under my breath. “Next week. I will send the invitation.” Vicky says. The door opens to reveal a smiling Bella. “I think it went well,” I say to the girls. Bella doesn’t say a word, she smiles and sits beside me. “You better start talking,” Mia says. “Go get your tattoos.” “Mia.” “I will tell you guys after the tattoo.” She says. “Fine by me as long I get the gossip.” Bella picked out a butterfly tattoo, it was blue with a small write-up under it. It was fucking adorable. Once we got our tattoo we got back home.