Goofy Matching Tattoos Novels & Stories

“They look like… veins. Or thorns. Something like that.” “They’re meant to.” “I like them.” I pause, then add, “And the skull on your back? That too.” That one actually makes him let out a quiet laugh. “You’ve been paying attention.” “Obviously.” I push myself up a little, sitting more upright now. “We should get matching tattoos.” He looks at me fully this time. “No.” “Why not?” “Because that’s a terrible idea.” “It’s not,” I argue. “It’s a great idea.”

Greg taps the pen against the page thoughtfully. “Matching hair dye?” I give him a look. “You are not touching my hair.” He grins. “Worth a shot.” We went back and forth, laughing, crossing things out, and adding new ones. Then, at the exact same moment. “Matching tattoos.” We both freeze. Then we look at each other. I smile slowly. “You just said that, didn’t you?” “Yeah,” Greg says, a little surprised himself. “You too.”

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

Ross asked, running a hand through his own newly dark hair. “I actually love it.” “Told you.” “Don't get smug.” “I'm always smug. You should know this by now.” From the salon, he dragged me two doors down to a tattoo shop, no warning, no negotiation. “Best friend tattoos,” he announced, like it was self-explanatory. “Ross, I am not getting a…” “Small. Matching. Something nobody else would even notice unless they were looking for it.” He was already flipping through a binder of tiny designs. “Come on. When else are we going to do this?”

I asked “Oh Yes! The one I wish I could have but getting a Tattoo is pretty Painful. But yeah, that Tattoo looks so mad fine on you. Do you know that people are talking about how good the Tattoo looked on you from the picture taken at ShawnLama’s unveiling? Of course, some people thought otherwise but who fucking cares? Fuck the trolls, I say that Tattoo is fire! And please remind me to give my child a tattoo when I birth one? If it’s a girl it would be a butterfly tattoo and if it’s a guy it would be a dragon tattoo. Some Dope ass kids I would have, don’t you think?” Betty rambled and I just chuckled, I missed this girl’s unending talks. “Yeah, I think so “

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 other three thugs glanced at each other before they, too, pulled their shirts open to reveal the same wolf-head tattoo on their chests. “It’s just a tattoo. How’s that frightening?” Fane let out a frosty laugh after taking a look at their chests as if he was watching a clown show.

Stated Stasia, chuckling slightly. “I am your Alpha; you are my mate. So, yes you will be the Luna of my pack. Security isn’t up to you. I get to decide that missy.” I said as I took a drink of my coffee. Putting my hand up Stasia shirt, wanting to touch her skin. “Did you just get this tattoo?” I lifted her tank to check out the tattoo. It looked like iridescent gothic wings. The ink was risen slightly, and looked like it has silver flake in it, making it look like glitter.

I embrace Iris, in all my life, I could have never thought she would find her mate, since she always says she doesn’t need one, but looking at her now, smiling and blushing while she shows off her tattoo, I feel immense joy for her. “That’s lovely.” Enrique’s mother says next, she’s dressed in a green night robe that makes her eyes stand out. “You and Tyler both deserve this, you make Tyler so happy.” “I got a panther mark.” Chiara says, blushing. She shows us her mark and we all gush heartily, panthers mark usually involves a sleek, agile seductive couple. “Can someone please talk about Irene’s mark? We haven’t heard anything about it yet and it’s eating me.” Naya says and everyone’s eyes t