I Am Because You Were Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Daisy, before I start, I want you to know that tattoos stay on your body for life, so I always advise careful thought before getting one.” “I understand, Blake. This isn’t a spur-of-the-moment choice. I’m doing this because I’m a stripper and I want to own my body and express myself boldly. Besides, I could say I’m doing this because my boyfriend broke up with me for my stripper best friend, but that would mean that I’m lying. I want to get tattooed so my clients know it’s okay to appreciate and enjoy my body.” I swiftly explained. Blake studied me for a moment before giving a small nod.

“I think it will suit you.” “Yeah?” Her gaze flits to mine again. “I also want to add the words ‘stronger than ever’ so it looks like graffiti on the bricks.” “The words definitely describe you.” Knowing she might have a problem with the tattoo artist, I say, “The guy who did my tattoos is a friend. If you want, I can be there so you’re not alone with him.” Her teeth tug at her bottom lip before she asks, “There isn’t a woman who can do the tattoo?”

“The tattoo on your back, it's in Latin, what does it mean? I could still recall how I got the tattoo. It was the evening of my seventeenth birthday. Theodore and I had just fought for the fifth time that week and I left the house in a hurry. I went to Ricky’s office to cool down and barged into his office. He was getting a new tattoo and just like that, I decided to get one. I turned my back towards her. “Amor matris numquam moritur,” I muttered. “A mother’s love never dies.” Visnne traced my tattoo with my fingers. “It's beautiful.” I turned towards her. “You are beautiful.” “I want to know all about you, Vianne. Tell me every single detail about you,” I said. “Fine,” She muttered. She beg

My blush deepened, burying half my face into the duvet as if that would hide it. My mind drifted back to his tattoo. “What inspired your bird tattoo? Been staring at it all morning.” I asked softly. His eyes softened. “The need to be free,” he answered. “To break out. To stop feeling chained.” I smiled. “I’d never been a fan of tattoos… but I love them on you.” He studied my face for a long second, then said quietly, “And I love you with me.” My heart fluttered violently. I didn’t dare speak. I simply curled closer to him, resting my head against his shoulder, letting his warmth soak into me.

When she was done cleaning my chest and the wounds, she asked me to turn and lay on my stomach and the moment I turned, waiting for her touch to soothe and please me, she stopped. I could no longer feel her touch in my back and the pain started to increase slowly. I raised my head which I’d buried in the pillow only to see her drawn to my back. “Amanda!” I called softly but she didn’t hear me and it wasn’t until I’d snapped my fingers that she shook her head. “I’m so sorry, just that, why do you even have a tattoo on your back?” She asked and I furrowed my eye brows. “I’m a beta, it’s what I do” I told her coldly. “If you won’t help, please go” I told her and she shook her head before pressi

The bell above the tattoo shop door jingled as I pushed it open, my heart hammering against my ribs. I’d been thinking about this for months — finally getting ink on my breasts, something delicate and feminine to reclaim my body after a shitty breakup. The shop was called Ink & Skin, tucked into a quiet corner of the city with blacked-out windows and neon signs that hummed faintly. It was late afternoon, and the place was empty except for the artist behind the counter.

He is her mate after all. I pulled out my phone to see if she had replied. Nothing. Figures. I leaned against the counter taking off my turtle neck. I hate having to wear those at school. The only reason I got this tattoo was to cover up the scar my father left me there. He'd burnt me so badly I thought it only fitting that the tattoo would be flames. I heard my phone vibrate against the counter and I turned it over. I felt the corner of my lips tug up as I saw her name.

"Ooh thanks, Miss Kierra" "Does it have a meaning" "Not really, it's just a fancy tattoo. When I went to a tattoo shop I picked it because I liked the simplicity. It reminds me of our god the Moon Goddess" "That's lovely. A crown on a moon. It's a nice one. I can see that you are really faithful to her to even get a tattoo that reminds you of her " I said " Yeah I am" "I'll go back to the house to get prepared, I'll be waiting for you"

But then I saw what she was pointing out, a tattoo. "Love Isabella" I had to chuckle at first, "You got a tattoo that said love Isabella on the back of your hand, why?" I started, "I love it, it's the best thing you could have ever done but I don't just understand the reason why you would do that." "Because you gave my life meaning when it had none, you gave me a job and a new amazing life. Within a few days, I was able to make some friends and a new guy I want to fuck the shit out of....."

“Wow, you trust him so much already." “That's the only choice we have for now." “Even when he marked you as his slave." “He didn't mark me as a slave," I defended. “Then why do you have his initials tattooed to your body?" I swallowed, searching his eyes with tenderness in mine. "This are not Severiano's initials,” I lied. " I got a tattoo because I wanted one, and the fact that he allowed it was prove I'm no slave." “I'm not a kid, Arlari."