I Am Because You Were Tattoo Novels & Stories

I said because the plan had already been made up in my mind and I would stop at nothing until I destroyed everything. He left my room and I looked at myself in the mirror. I take off my shirt and look at the tattoo on my chest, 'REVENGE'. Every time I wake up with this tattoo so that, is not in my dream, I will be able to forget how my life has been destroyed. I looked at the photo of Emma, and she is smiling in that photo. " Love, soon I am going to come for you and I will raise hell on the earth for my enemies. They haven't seen the true face of mine," I said, looking at the photo and smiling at my first step toward victory.

I said, standing up. "Cora."I turned to her, and she slowly stood up, then walked to me, her hands on her waist. "You need to stay away from Keanne. He will ruin you." But how do I explain to her that all I want is to be ruined? I nodded with a faint smile, and she squeezed my shoulder. I made my wwy to the bathroom. My back turned to the small mirror. I watched as water ran down over the tattoo, my breath stopping in my throat. It was absolutely beautiful. Simple, but beautiful. And it felt so wrong, but at this point, I don't think my heart was ever meant to be right.

I think this time I know the answer and I'm well aware about it. Yeah I wanted this. Spending time with her. I took a deep breath, when I stood in front of my large mirror placed at my room. My buttons were undone and then I could observe my tattoos. That black ink suiting my persona indicating the kind of monster I am. All around my chest, abdomen, arms and forearms, reminding me of what I'm. I did it for always reminding the ultimate goal of my life, revenge. And his thought crossed my mind, Dimitri, that fucking bastard.

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

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

“You are someone important. This is no ordinary tattoo” Yea, it is no ordinary tattoo. It is a princess mark that I have had since I was a new born. It is a mark my mother gave me “You are a princess,” she finally figures while still looking at the tattoo. I did not reply. “You are a princess, but of which pack?” I still did not reply and that seems to trigger her

"Take a look at his chest, don't get too close though he bites." Remi's head raises to me as he begins to stroll forward. "You've grown pretty boy, both in size and temper I see." He halts a good three feet away, gazing at my chest as Julian told him too, only adding to my pit of depthless fury. I'm not ashamed of my tattoo nor will I ever be. It's there because I fucking had it put there with pride, that will not change. "Interesting. Ella must be one special girl. Is she a pretty one, hmm? Does she call you daddy—"

I have explained. “When did you get them?” He asked as his fingers traced the tribal tattoo on my spine. “On my 24th birthday.” I smiled. "What does it mean?" I hummed. “I don't know. I just thought it looked cool, plus Darius' beta mate encouraged me to do it. She said and I quote – tattoos add to your personality, make you look tougher and scarier.” I chuckled at what the girl said. "However, I'm not sure, but I like it."

I blurted out suddenly, shocked by my own actions since it was random and spontaneous. "No," he replied calmly and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Then why is that tattoo--- " "Its because one day I was drunk and Jessica, Chad and all others including me were playing truth or dare. I was forced to ink the initial letter of her name," He explained and simply shrugged. "That's it?" I asked in disbelief and He nodded, my burning jealousy finally cooling down. * * *

There was a small smile on his face when he was talking about his memories. She could feel that he was cherishing his memories. He turned his head to her and replied, "Be What You Are." "Huh?" Her question reflected her bewilderment. "The meaning of this tattoo is, Be who you are." He explained it to her. "Oh." She gave his tattoo another glance and studied it. She could not help but blush as she looked openly at his bare chest. "Your thoughts are really deep. I would never have guessed that the meaning of your tattoo could be something like that. I am completely floored."