I Am Because You Were Tattoo Novels & Stories

Willow smiled. "The only painful thing I experienced was this thing they did to my wrist" Iris showed the faint tattoo on her left wrist. It was two short lines. Willow remembered her mother has the same tattoo on her wrist but hers was a little bit different. She asked her about it but Terra shrugged it off. "Why?" "I'm now verified" She happily said. "What does that even mean?" "I'm free to be with you guys now. It's either this or death. That means I have to stay here" Iris sadly said.

Kai asked with raising his brows, outstretching his hands. "I am Beta. I am the one who granted you that power located in your neck," Kai's eyes widened and subsequently touched the mark tattooed on his neck. "Why? Why me?" Kai asked while losing his hand beside his hip, and staring at the sky. "Don't ask why, say instead, try me," "Whatever~" "I chose you because I have a mission for you,"

-I understand you, but do you understand me? -I don't want to understand you. I don't want to trust someone like you. -Someone like me, how? -I know that hotels and transportation companies are not your only businesses. -Darling, it's like I was the one following you. -You need to know everything about enemies. -It's a shame you're not capable of hating me. -Oh, really!? Why do you say that? -Because I'm too sexy to be hated, he says with a devilish grin.

The sensation of her around me, combined with the sting of the tattoo, sends an overwhelming rush of pleasure through me. With each careful stroke of the needle, she traces a new design onto my chest. The symbol, unique and powerful, reflects the merging of our lives. Her concentration is intense, but I can see the love in her eyes, feel it in the way her body moves against mine. This mark isn’t just for the world to see; it’s a testament to us—our bond, our passion, our forever.

—was gone. In its place was a lavish letter "I," wreathed in thorny roses. The skin around it was still red and raw. A sharp pang—physical, undeniable—lanced through my chest, an echo of a bond being desecrated. My phone buzzed. A DM from Damon. It was the high-res shot of the new tattoo. Below it, a single line of text: "Hurts, doesn't it?" I stared at the screen, my throat tight, then typed back:

By the time we were done everyone has gone to sleep and I also bade goodbye to my brother who wanted me to stay in the house but I went to my villa and when I entered the villa it was dark and switched on the lights and with the automatic control drew all the curtains. Then I entered my room and removed all my clothes and went inside the washroom and took a quick shower. As I stay alone so there is no need for me to feel embarassed. I could feel the water trailing down my tattoed back . The tattoo which I have on my back is a dragon tattoo. I got this tattoo because I have a scarred back which I got when I saved a kid during my teenage years from bulling . Someone threw the acid which bu

"However today, everything changed as I discovered you're actually a half-witted, harebrained, idiot whose silicone breasts had crawled to impair her brain." Scarlet's jaw dropped to the floor. She opened her mouth but before she could even say a word, I cut her off. "Have you heard of hypoallergenic tattoo ink? Based on your startled reaction I dare say you didn't. Perhaps you should have checked it on the internet first before marching here to accuse me of being fake just because of my tattoos." My voice thundered across the room, intimidating Scarlet who now stood on her place with her face, ears and neck turning crimson.

A wave of relief washed over me so potent it nearly made me dizzy. I used to be consumed by a petty jealousy over that tattoo, not because of what it was, but because it wasn't from me. It was from a man who had hurt him. "I used to ignore it, but now that he's back again... I want to tattoo something else. Turns out I do like tramp stamps. Do you have any suggestions?"

It’s better if she left unaware of it, it will become easier for her to go through in this rough life. I caressed her back of neck where her tattoo lies, her dad must have tattooed her as per tradition. He chose me for her. That’s why he tattooed double letter A with a crown. Arius Accardo, she carries my name with her all places, as I realized that my lip was lifted upwards wanting to smile for my Snowflake. Nothing is better than to watch her sleeping peacefully over me in this condition, so close, connected to me.

Izzy whispered with that same voice—that toe-curling voice. How did she do that with her voice? I certainly required a lesson or two. "I hate this tattoo of yours," she whispered, running the tip of her fingers over the tattoo on my cleavage that clearly stated—apartengo al fantasma—which meant that I belonged to Ghost. Ricardo. Jealousy. I scoffed. Izzy took her burning cigarette and pressed the butt over my tattoo, using my skin to put out the cigarette. A grunt erupted from the back of my throat as she placed her mesmerizing tongue over the burn, sucking on it in an attempt to soothe the skin.