Girlfriend Boyfriend Matching Tattoos Novels & Stories

Surely due to the voltage they shared the night before, which did not allow room for thoughts other than giving themselves to each other. Athena felt somewhat confused; that tattoo was surprisingly similar to the one she had behind her ear, the one of Leo, while Valentino's represented Scorpio. Why did he have a similar tattoo? Could they be coincidences? However, if they were, it would be a very strange coincidence.

The glass fogged with our breath and we smiled at each other, looking like two people who had picked something and been picked back. “Yours did it too,” I told him, turning. His collarbone wore the same braided ring, the shared leaf-and-current, but his personal story threaded different; a river line crossing an anchor, a small cluster of raspberries tangled with chocolate vine, and, subtle as a shadow, Onyx’s silhouette tucked in the negative space like a promise only we would notice. If he flexed, the shadow seemed to breathe. He swallowed. “We got tattoos.” “Not just we. Us,” I said, and in my heart I knew it to be true. It couldn’t just be Grady and I whose marks had decided to be someth

Call me if you want coffee or something," the girl said to us, before turning to the tattoo artist and leaving a small kiss on his chin. She then whispers something to the boy that I can't hear, before walking out the door. The boy has a hint of a smile as he watches the girl disappear through the door until he turns his attention to us. "Do you have an idea of what you want?" he asks. Oscar explains to him what he wants: to touch up the colors of the Ace of Spades tattoo on his arm, which is the only one they have in color - the others they have are in black and gray. Then, Raymond says he needs to touch up his tattoo, too and also wants to recreate the wolf tattoo he has on his neck.

I know for a certainty this is not home and I’m not at Nikolai’s place as his room is decorated in minimal colors. “Nikolai!” The rest of the memories I have been trying to gather floods my brain. I turn around and he is lying there still asleep but something doesn’t feel right. Nikolai’s tattoo is on the right side of his neck and his eyebrows are slim and neatly trimmed, this man that has the same appearance with my boyfriend has a dash across his thick eyebrows and his tattoo runs down from his neck to his arms. My eyes trail down his body and I realize his whole body is littered with tattoos.

Finally, I had second brother and treated him like my own brother, he said with joy. Atty. Nicdao, Mr. Jones and I, are best friends since then. One time, Mr. Jones invited us in a tattoo shop and said, "As a sign of our strong friendships, let's put a tattoo on our pulse." We went to the tattoo shop and followed Mr. Jones, the tattoo maker asked what sign we want to be painted in our pulse, Atty. Nicdao suggested an infinity sign. So, we agreed. I told them to put it on my left hand because I'm left-handed, they wanted to make it uniform so, they asked the tattoo maker to make the tattoo on their left hand too, he said reminiscing those days, he smiled. "I missed them"

I smile, looking down to my hip, thinking about the half butterfly there, and the other half on him, somewhere. “Yeah, we got a matching one, a really cute butterfly…” “Are you for real? You got a matching tattoo with someone you want to sleep with just once? I have been begging you to get one with me, and you didn’t think twice to get one with a stranger??!” I wince, pulling the phone away from my ear. That part had been conveniently erased from my memory, I shouldn’t have said anything. “It just kind of happened..” She let out a string of cusses, and complains about it for a minute, I let her get it out, she is my best friend, has seen me at every phase of my life, this was her thing, with

She looks into my eyes, and hers seem like the deepest ocean holding the promise of undiscovered treasures, and I’m so fucking lucky to be the one who gets to dive into those unexplored depths. She lifts the necklace, the white-gold heart catching the light. The same skeletal design as my tattoo. Forever etched on the back. I fasten it around her neck, the pendant settling just above her cleavage. Great. Now I have to think about the ugly biker again. I clear my throat. “Melaena Angélica Blackburn,” I say, suddenly nervous as hell, “Would you do THIS GUY the honor of being his girlfriend?” I smile sheepishly at her, waiting anxiously for her answer. This girl makes my palms sweat.

Mia mutters, crossing her arms like she’s ready to fight anyone who disagrees. Before I can say anything, my eyes catch sight of Lucas across the room. My heart does that stupid thing where it skips a beat. Damn him. He’s in this tight red T-shirt that clings to his muscles like a second skin, and his tattooed arms look like they belong on the cover of a romance novel. He’s walking over with his friends, and I suddenly feel like the room is ten degrees warmer. “Hello, girlfriend.” His smirk is pure trouble as he slides an arm around my waist. The heat of him against me makes my cheeks flame. “You here for the scavenger hunt?”

“I couldn’t help getting it when I turned 15, it’s just a stupid sentimental tattoo.” I felt drawn to her because she and I were almost alike. I am the Head girl but the least popular in class hiding under the shadow of my friend and she was a shy, weird girl hiding under her brother. In the spirit of kindred spirit bonding, I reached for her hand. “What’s the tattoo for?”

My figure was something I was very proud of, and it was also something that many others admired. I had mid-length hair that was jet black, identical to my father's, and soft natural curls that I inherited from my mother. I had two small tattoos, one on my finger and one just under my right breast. Warren and I had received matching tattoos, and the one on my finger was among them. It wasn't anything significant, but we were both bored and decided to visit a family friend's tattoo studio. Then there's the one under my breast from a drunken dare with one of my best friends, Adele, a year ago.