Heartless Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

the girl who I assumed was Brielle whispered back giggling. What fuck? I don’t know who these people think they are talking about, but it better not be me. I’m not kissing anyone else besides Delania and she’ll be the only one to know that my tattoo ends just to the left of my cock. Just like I will be the only one to know about the little pink heart inside the outline of a shamrock on her hip bone. Yeah, I saw that last night and it was sexy as hell.

I tried to compose myself before looking in his direction again. I looked back at him to already being watched by me intensely. His eyes were the most beautiful contrast I have ever seen, ocean blue with green specks at the surface. I shamelessly drooled over him, until I realized I was too late. I lowered my gaze to his chest only to witness a tattoo, a tattoo of a dragon forging from the fire; on the other side just where the heart resides, written Selene in bold capital letters. I looked away, feeling a pang jealousy from a complete stranger, all the wolves were bowing in front of us, not before us, but...

"This is the reason we're in this situation in the first place." "I want to see you." I pulled the fabric up and over his head, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest. The firelight played across his skin, turning him golden. My eyes found the tattoo over his heart, my face, rendered in delicate ink. A permanent promise etched into his skin with my name. I pressed my lips to his chest, right over the tattoo, right over his thundering heart. He sucked in a sharp breath as I trailed kisses across his collarbone, along his shoulder, back to the center of his chest.

Never in my wildest dreams could I have even imagined this. I have to admit I was timid and apprehensive about letting her “mark” me, it's really supposed to be the male’s job to mark his female in her culture. But we’re not a traditional couple in that sense. If I bite her, it’s only going to hurt her and then it’ll just heal like nothing happened. So that’s not really an option. Instead, she got a little heart tattoo on her neck with “Ty” in the middle, exactly how I sign my autographs.

Ever again. Her fingers softly trace the tattoo along my neck, her touch like electricity dancing over my skin. She doesn’t realize it yet, but I’m already thinking about getting a tattoo for her, something that will show her I’m serious—that this isn’t just about sex for me. But how could I do that without her brothers noticing? I can’t exactly get her name inked across my chest without raising suspicion. My fingers brush over the heart necklace she’s still wearing. She didn’t take it off. Even after everything that’s happened, despite how hurt and scared she’s been, she kept it on. That means something.

– He declared, letting go of my wrist, passing his thumb over his mouth, my eyes fixed on that man with a broad, defined chest, with a pecs designed as if he had been sculpted. On his neck he had a tattoo of a dragon that released a blue-green flame from its mouth.

Alice went all red with embarrassment. Her cheeks blushed, going completely out of her control. She focused on the tattoo and immediately went pale seeing that. The tattoo was a bit above his left chest. Did he make it there so that it is always close to his heart? Alice thought and that thought pinched her. The tattoo was a big love sign and “A” was written on top corner and there was another small love sign and then “J” was written at the bottom. It was a beautiful piece of art.

He grabs a coffee and starts to head towards the door but before he can get outside a couple of the pack teenagers come rushing in resulting in one of them bumping into him and spilling his coffee all over his wife-beater. He laughs it off and sends Coby the boy responsible for the mess off to make him another coffee while he takes his shirt off and the second the black material leaves his back a gasp leaves my throat. There on the bottom of his neck is a bright and colourful tattoo. It's a large stem with 4 or 5 flowers coming off of it, each flower a different colour and brightness, and underneath the flower, there is a name in big red letters saying J.A.Y. Immediately my heart starts poun

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.

My face heated up instantly. I looked away for half a second, but of course my eyes betrayed me and went right back. That was when I noticed the tattoo. It was on the left side of his chest, close to his heart. Black ink, clean lines, bold letters. It looked like Latin or something old and important. I had no idea what it meant, but the way it sat there—right over the place where his heartbeat was—it felt… private. Like it wasn’t just a tattoo but a memory someone had carved into him.