I Am Because You Were Tattoo Novels & Stories

But this compared to lying to my mom and sneaking around with Ryder all summer long was actually pretty tame. The tattoo was very small and thin, and I could wear a watch or a bracelet and it would be covered completely. Still, it was enough to make Ryder grin from ear to ear. "What the—you got a tattoo?" he said in disbelief. I gave him a smirk. "Why'd you do that for?" "Because I love you," I said with a shrug. He did the same thing for me and I wanted to do it for him too. "What'd you just say?" "I love you,"

Alexa I have to say, it's a damn good tattoo. The artist did a great job and if the circumstances were different I'd be thanking him. Since they aren't all I do is scowl. He wraps my arm and goes on about how to take care of the tattoo. Since this isn't my first rodeo I zone out. I feel like a cow who's ears been marked so people can know who to return them too if they run away. They've branded me as theirs. Looking down at the ink, my urge to find the treasure and leave grows stronger. This tattoo will serve as a reminder for what they did and have now done to me. Each time my heart softens toward them, this will harden it once more. I will get my revenge, but first I have to survive long e

The tattoo, an indelible mark on his skin, became a symbol of our enduring connection, a visual anchor that soothed his mind in the midst of challenges. The evening breeze carried with it the echoes of our shared history, and in Logan's gaze, I found a reflection of a love that had weathered the tests of time and distance. The tattoo on his arm became not just an image but a testament to the resilience of our connection, a love story etched in ink and whispered confessions beneath the vast expanse of the night sky.

“You told me to let people believe it meant you owned me. But you said, to me, that it meant the opposite. That I was free.” I traced the lines of the tattoo again, grounding myself in its familiarity. He exhaled, sharp and heavy. “I shouldn’t have marked you,” he said. “It was manipulative. I see that now.” “It was,” I agreed. Then, softer, more honest than I had ever been, “But I loved it.” His head snapped up. “Why?” “Because you’re the most important person in my life,” I said simply. “And I wanted something that tied me to you, even if you never asked for it. You deserved better than my fear. Better than my doubts.”

Jay listened intently, his eyes never leaving the horizon, his tattooed fingers tightening on his weapon. I'm coming for you, Allie. Hang on, love.

I replied. "We'll be fine sweetheart!" I said as we still held onto ourselves in tears. ******* I opened my eyes in tears and looked at the mirror. I slowly pulled down the shoulder of my dress as I stared at the tattoo on my shoulder in tears. It was a scar from all the beatings I got from my ex-husband, I tattooed it because the questions were be coming too much and I was tired of lying it was a birthmark, so I decided to get thet tattoo!

"so! Who is your boyfriend?" "No one, I just brought this when I was in country A, you know that as an Omega we need to wear one if we are not yet bonded right? So I brought one since I forgot my collar back home. So I don't have a boyfriend" said Eiji as his excuse. For the first time, he was glad that the owner was an Omega like him. He knew that the other would understand what he was talking about since it is not rare for an omega to wear a collar. "hmnnn….I thought you got yourself a big fish while in another country. Seems like you haven't, don't you want to look for a boyfriend? It would be best to experience lots of love while you are young."

I can't waste time so give it a moment I realize nothing's broken No need to worry about everything I done Live every second like it was my last one “Hmm… guess you starting to like the beat, huh.” I know Wil was smiling. I just nod and give him an Okay thumbs up. Letting myself getting drown in the music. Don't look back got a new direction I loved you once Needed protection You're still a part of everything I do You're on my heart just like a tattoo Just like a tattoo I'll always have you It is like a bulb lights up in my mind as I repeatedly heard the lyric “TATTOO”.

" So why did you cry just right now. Am I looked that bad?" " I am in a room with a guy and I suddenly slap you, so I think you might not forgive me." " So you are afraid that staying alone in a room with a guy?" I raised my eyebrows and he looked confused. " I don't know myself very well too. I just don't want to be in danger." "Of course, you are already in danger because you said out loud that I am a scumbag and just slap me a minute ago. Don't you remember that?"

Ian is standing by the pool talking to Anderson with his shirt unbuttoned, showing off his abs so defined I couldn't look away if I wanted. My eyes grow into wider saucers as they zero in on the tattoo on the left side of his chest. I can't make out what's there, but I can see the ink, which shocks me to the core because Ian is allergic to ink, and it would corrupt his blood, making him unable to donate blood Something he has always loved doing. So why did he get Inked? As if feeling my eyes on him, he looks up and holds my gaze. Tears well in my eyes as he halts. I don't even realize they're falling until I taste the salted liquid on my trembling lips, and I hate that I can't tell what he's