Heartless Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

How could I forget he won me to make my life a living hell? He’ll do whatever he feels like to do with my body. He’ll burn me with his slow flaming torture for the rest of my life and he doesn’t care about my pain, the pain which gives him satisfying pleasure. He will be more pleased watching me break with every breath I take in pain. And there is no one for me to save me from his torture which he always calls it as his love. And what would you name it? Maybe, ‘His Heartless Love'. “Too late, Angel.” His voice was heavy with cruel determination as the leather crop sliced through the thick silence and licked across my flushed flesh.

Chapter 46 The tattoo depicted a slender silver ring, its surface meticulously detailed to reflect its gleam and character. Around its circumference, intricate symbols, intertwined hearts and delicate infinity loops created an artistic dance of unity and something…powerful, supernatural and extraordinary. The shadows and highlights in the design gave the illusion that the ring was truly resting upon her neck, a timeless adornment that spoke of a bond beyond words. How did she not see this? It was understandable that she wouldn't see it on her own neck, but what about Noah's neck?

What does he mean that’s for later? Cutting off the straps of my thong as well, he takes a step backward and removes his bowtie, which was already loose and hanging around his neck. As he gets to work unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes do not leave mine and even as they’re filled to the brim with anger, I can see the hunger. I was right about his body being covered in tattoos, but in this case, only his back and sides, save for one tattoo over his left pectoral, right over his heart. It is a black heart with a dagger with the words SANGUE PER SANGUE.

I take a peak at those around us and no one seems to be paying attention, some are even making out with others as well. I feel a bit more comfortable as he moves to my neck, nipping and kissing me. I let out a moan as I feel his canines expose themselves against my collar bone. I’ve been slightly excited but also nervous at letting him mark me. Natasha showed me her mark, it’s two wolves with their foreheads against each other in the shape of a heart. It looks like a tattoo. I am excited to see what mine will look like.

This was way too awkward position and it was embarrassing me to the hell even when no one was around. What if someone gets inside and misunderstands us? I really needed to get out from his unwanted embrace. I wriggled out as much as I could. Oh! C'mon he must be at least 80 kgs. I am barely 55. This man would crush me to death even without bullets and knives. When I was doing that my eyes fell on his tattoo on his neck. I slowed down the pace and focused on his tattoo on his neck. “G…A…B…R…I…E…A…L…L…A,” It was written this.

“What....” He swallowed his words as he saw the mark in its fullness, running his thumb against the back of my neck gently. I felt the familiar burning sensation I had come to accept, although it had taken me a few days. After I had returned from the Citadel I had stood in front of the mirror, angling my hand mirror so that I could see the back of my neck. The mark really was gorgeous – it resembled a tribal tattoo with thick curving lines intertwining like smoke as they moved upward towards my hairline. It actually resembles a distorted heart and I would have left it uncovered as if it was really a tattoo if it weren’t for two things. One, my mother would kill me and two, it moved. Yes, the

on its snout, it's perfect for Ashton because it's scary, and it's perfect for me because despite its appearance, it spends the day sleeping in the garden sun. Ashton chuckles graciously from his side of the bed and takes off his shirt to put on his pajamas. Then I see it: he has an unmistakable plastic covering those tattoos, it's right over his heart. My heart leaps to my throat because Ashton has my name tattooed in that area, and there's no ink nearby because he says that area is only for those he loves.

He tilted his head eyeing me curiously like a cat cornering a mouse. I could only imagine that my now ruined Akasha costume was a wreck and god did I smell like death. My black skirt splattered on the end with shit, a medium-size splatter pattern across my stomach waist, and chest and I didn’t even want to imagine what my hair and crown looked like. I did a quick check to make sure my metal bustier had been still securely strapped in place, only to get a smear of feces on my hand. I sighed heavily in defeat I honestly haven’t the slightest idea as to how I haven’t puked yet. “So…I like your costume,” I say continuing to make small talk which at this point has made things increasingly more aw

I mumbled, blushing hard. I slammed my palm on my forehead, feeling hell of embarrassment. He was here last night and I didn't even wake up once while he was doing all of this with me. Then I noticed the last line and turned the note and saw that it's a picture. A picture of Aaron's upper half naked body. I looked at the picture, especially his chest and neck. He has tattooed my name over his heart and neck. Owned by Valencia Aaron Sinclair~ It was tattooed on his chest, over his heart. I smile at how he connects my name with his own name, like married couples.

Their years of rivalry evaporated in a fraction of seconds. Harvey loosens the CEO's necktie and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He purposely pushes his head back to offer him VIP access to his neck. Hunter licks his bottom lip as he looks at his tattoo. A sapphire majestically spreads its wings around his neck. He wonders what's the meaning behind it. But he cares less about it now as he just wants to kiss it.