Heartless Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

I teased. Kimi laughed. “And have something permanent on my neck? No thanks.” “I wouldn’t mind getting a tattoo that represents you, though,” Nate commented. “Seriously?” Kimi asked. “You could get each other's names over your hearts,” I smirked. Nate snorted, and Kimi growled. “Sure. Because I’m a narcissist who wants to look at her name while she has sex.” “We could get little tiny hearts on our wrists,” Nate suggested, stifling a laugh.

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.

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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.

In this way, the coffee in the cup spilled out and poured on Nick's sleeve. "Ah!" Danica put down the cup in embarrassment and took out a tissue and handed it to Nick. "Unbutton your sleeve and wipe your arm... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it. Is it hot? Are you going to have your shirt dry-cleaned?" Nick shook his head. He unbuttoned his sleeve and rolled it up. All of a sudden, Danica stopped and her gaze fell on Nick's exposed arm. Her eyes were wide open and she felt cold. There was a tattoo on the crook of Nick's right arm. The tattoo was in the shape of a cross, not eye-catching, like a medal.

A date, 12-08-1994, was etched beneath the wolf's heart. Other than that, I saw a vividly drawn skull. A large knife was plunged through the top of the skull and cracks on the skull were shown around it. In capital letters ‘FEAR NO ONE’ was scrawled around the knife’s blade. In the very center of his back, a large wolf’s head with a majestic crown sitting on top of it was inked into his skin. Beneath it, a map of the North was drawn. On the left side of his back, I saw a compass tattoo.

– 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.

The tattoo was his art, his design, and also the image of what he carried inside him every day the image he now carried on his back, that moved with him. Nikolai name was inked with intricate, beautiful calligraphy letters, while nico name was bold, broken, and bleeding into the flames. He loved his brother, but hated himself. There was a single crack in the headstone right at the top of the cross. The flames that engulfed the cross from the ground were blood red, angry shades of orange, its only goal to destroy while his name suffered its wrath.

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.