Heartless Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

His green eyes were black in the dim light. "Take off your shirt," I said. He pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was bare and I saw it. The tattoo. Over his heart. Little flower. In italics. Delicate and permanent, right over the place where his heartbeat was strongest. The ink was dark against his skin. The skin was raised slightly, the way tattoos were when they were healed.

It was almost midnight at East bay. There was not a single soul in sight except for the crickets bargaining at a high pitch. A glowing figure emerged from the darkness, easily identified by anyone who knew her, as Nicky. "At least leaving those God forsaken motherfuckers is better than playing humble.” She heaved a sigh of relief. She had the habit of rubbing her neck constantly. It was an act that brought to one's notice the new heart tattoo she had got on her twenty third birthday.

My heart raced fast in my chest, I wasn’t wearing a turtleneck top and he had sniffed my neck, I wondered if he saw the mark, and my heart thumped louder as I met his dark mischievous gaze Did he see the tattooed moon on my neck, does he know?!

Fear gripped him, he hadn’t had a tattoo in his life. "I don’t want a tattoo," he replied, and his gaze landed on Jake’s neck. He spotted a red tattoo of Ashley’s name on his neck, and shivers ran down his spine. He tilted his head, staring at Chris in the driver’s seat, and also spotted the same tattoo on his neck. He subconsciously touched his neck.

He put the boxers back in his closest. He walked back. His all tattoos were visible. The first time his upper half was revealing the one tattoo that was stretched along his neck. The ink on his neck was a snake circling his neck like a permanent choker, the pattern looked like a compressed font of Devil with its scary fangs looking like they are permanently feeding on his blood. He also has many tattoos on his arm making a sleeve like an illusion on his right arm and also covering a little part of his chest.

It's a purple strapless double head vibrating dildo. I heard Hecate chuckle a little. "I miss seeing you blush my love." Hecate said, then crawled on top of me. Hecate captured my lips into a searing kiss. Then Hecate pulled herself up, kneeling between my parted thighs. I can see her beautiful slender body, my eyes roamed her body. Then as my eyes roamed her body, I can see a tattoo on her ribcage. A tattoo of my name. My name is spelled in Greek.

He wasn't wearing anything except a small towel wrapped around his strong hips, hanging down to half of his muscular thighs. His hair was still dripping with water; it seemed he hadn't dried himself. He must have sensed someone was in his room. Then that tattoo caught me off guard. I froze as my eyes fell on it; on the left side of his chest, exactly above his heart, was my name. Yeah, it's my name. My name was there: Mila Russetti. With a trembling finger, I traced the name and read what was written beneath it in a smaller font: never forgive you.

The man said like a maniac. “You are mine only mine.” The man mounted up from the couch while ranting the same line, brushed away everything from the table making them fall on the floor and scattered in many pieces and increased the messed in the room. He then walked in front of the mirror tore his shirt with a jerk revealing his build-up chest but at the left side of his chest right above the position of the heart, there was a heart-shaped tattoo written ‘JACK LOVE ROSE’ inside the heart. The man caressed the tattoo for a few minutes while adorning it with wet and enraged eyes. “I love you, Rose,” and keep on ranting the same line.