Heartless Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

He said with a genuine smile as he raised his head to look at her. There was a tattoo of her name just below his nape, between his shoulders— written in bold and unmistakably placed inside a heart. Tbc... The visuals of tattoo will be found on my I G;)

“I bet I could draw blood.” Valentine chuckles deeply, the sound doing things to my core, making my thighs flex and my heart pulse. The draw to him and the effect he has on me is so much Stronger today. “You can try all you want. Bite away, babe. I’ll never complain about your mouth on me,” he smirks, making me blush. “Ben has a friend that got her mate’s lips tattooed on her neck. Want to do that?” “I’m just going to tattoo my name on your forehead,” I grumbled.

It was clearly a sore subject. His breath was deep now, his chest rising and falling slowly. Kate’s eyes traveled to his chest tattoo; a black and grey skull with a snake constricting it covering the majority of his left pectoral muscle. It continued across his shoulder and down his left bicep. She wondered if it had any significance, deciding to ask him when he awoke.

When she finally pushed me away almost a half an hour had passed. Brief explosions of pain blossomed in my knees as I stood, my joints stiff. I rubbed my neck to work out the kinks and looked down at Nico. She lay there, draped over the chair, wasted with exhaustion but with a satisfied look on her face. Her small, pert breasts rose and fell, her nipple ring catching the light with each breath. The tattoo of a serpent wrapped around an apple covered her left hip, up her abdomen, to just below her left breast.