Girlfriend Boyfriend Matching Tattoos นิยาย & เรื่องราว

an excited boy shouted when all of them ran to make a crowd on the left corner and Amelia and Christian just exchanged naughty looks as they stood up. "What is this about?" a girl asked and the tattoo maker replied, "It's for a couple. If both of them will make a tattoo on any part of their body together, they are going to win some cash." "Let's go it," Amelia said excitedly when he replied, "but we don't want cash." "It's fun, Christian," she replied and kissed her lips when they shouted, "We are in." Both of them sits on the seats opposite to each other as the tattoo makers start making the tattoos on their bodies where they told them to.

"She does the designs, I handle the tattooing." The blonde huffs and approaches me. She shows me a photo of a guy I immediately recognize. It's Harry Styles. "I want to get a tattoo of my boyfriend's picture." She looks me in the eyes, daring me to contradict what she just said. Which, of course, I do. I smile defiantly. "Are you aware that he's a singer?" "Of course I know that my boyfriend is a singer. Are you jealous or something?" Oh God, besides her breasts, she also has neurons made of silicone.

I said. "Oh come on! It'll be so much fun. We can get matching tattoos like true best friends," she insisted. "Oh, we are best friends now?" I smirked. "We will after we get a tattoo together," she said excitedly. I laughed at her enthusiasm. She is nuts. But I've always wanted a tattoo anyway so why not. "Oh em gee! Let's get this one for you! she said and pointed at the picture of Hello Kitty. "On your butt."

, she hinted with a wink. When I heard her say that, I arched an eyebrow "Excuse me? Why would you say that? Your boyfriend is right over there! Don't you think it's a little rude" I hinted with an almost annoyed tone. She let out a mischievous giggle before turning to Terrens and Bennett, who were sitting on one of the couches a little ways away. On the other hand, Stephanie raised her hand and pointed at them "One of them is my boyfriend, whom I love madly, and the other is the man I was in love with all my life"

she smirked. I scrunched up my nose. "No, girl. On my side, right above my ribs, close to my breast." "Ooooh, spicy," she grinned. "I should get one too!" I shot her a look. "Girl, don't you already have like fifty tattoos?" "Relax, it's just twelve," she huffed. "We should totally get a friendship tattoo!" I shook my head. "Nope. What happens if we stop being friends and start hating each other?"

Hayden grinned at me, like it was all effortless. “Let’s get out of here,” he smiled. 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 By the time we walked into the tattoo parlor, my hands were shaking. The artist nodded at Hayden, clearly aware of who he was, and then glanced at me. “You two getting matching tats?” I nodded, heart racing. “Yeah, we are.” “You have anything in mind,” he asked. I reached for Hayden’s wrist and traced a line. “Half a raven. The wings. He gets one, I get the other. When we’re together… it’s complete.”

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

"Don't get me wrong, all your tattoos are amazing—but I can stare at those three for hours, I just love looking at them." "Good to know since I drew those as well as the rocket on my right thigh..." Fun fact, her rocket ship one was the tattoo that Green Ranger had a mini version of on her left ribs. "My sister might've changed a few things, but all things considered, those four are still 'my mind vomit.'" "You're brilliant." She grinned. "Hm, you know what? Fuck it, I can have favorites, too. So, yeah, it's a tie between the one on my back, and Scylla and Charybdis."

My mind buzzed, refusing to process any of it. The pumpkin tattoo in the photo was identical to the one on my wrist. I’d gotten it with my best friend, Lily Green. We both loved a niche gothic animation—the ever-grinning pumpkin figure in it had become our symbol of friendship. Lily had said, “Sophie, look at him. No matter how bad things get, he’s always smiling. We should be like that too.” And now, that tattoo had become evidence against me.

Thick like I liked them. "Here.." I said. "I like them here" His hand covered mine and it felt like a shock went through me. And I panicked. He quickly let me go when he noticed how scared I was of his touch. "I'll get whatever you want me to get," he said. "And we can even have matching tattoos," he suggested. I smiled, but I was never going to do that. If I ever decided to, Justin was going to be my tattoo partner. I would probably tattoo his face on my thighs...