Initial D Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Alright, my love. Anything for you.” It was too easy, the way he said it. And though part of me wanted to believe him, another part knew Grant’s version of “handling things” often came with blood and fire. But for now, I chose peace. I chose the illusion. “Alright, you’re set,” the tattooist said finally, pulling her gloves off. She handed me a mirror, and I craned awkwardly to see. Daddy’s was inked in delicate red script right where only he would see it. It was beautiful. Dangerous. Ours.

“Err, yeah. What can I do for you?” She smiled, showing off a set of perfectly white, straight teeth. “I want a tattoo.” “Ok, what are you thinking about getting?” I asked. “I want this.” She took a piece of paper out of her purse and passed it to me. It was a picture of a compass, an arrow pointing to the North. The caption said, “Don’t look back, you’re not going that way.” It was a pretty powerful message. I looked back up at her face, looking closely, I could see the worry lines, the fear behind those beautiful honey-colored eyes. “What’s your name?” I asked her. “Why?” she asked, almost defensively. “Just interested, that’s all. This will take me around an hour to do, it would be nice i

My vision slowly turned dark but my gaze caught something against his chest. A tattoo over his heart. It was a wolf paw print, simple but very striking against his white skin. It was dark and underneath it, I could make out some initials. N.B. Warmth filled me as the person pressed me against his chest and this time I didn’t fight back the darkness. Exhaustion and pain overtook me as the world around me blurred and everything went black.

he whispered while roaming his hand across her big butts, which were clothed in a tight pantie. "Mr Josh!" One of the guards called out, and he snapped out of his act. "Oops! My bad. I'm sorry. "I was taken away by her lustful body." He complained and got to work. Picking up his mini tattoo machine, he sat down on a tall chair close to her and began his work. He began to draw the vipers logo on the left lap of her body, which is the body of a red shining snake with the name "vipers" in the belly spot of the snake; however, he decorated it with a touch of blue.

The next morning, Rea woke up. She had forgotten everything that happened yesterday. She went to the tattoo studio and got three tattoos for three customers as Gia. Or the action of dropping the motorbike and leaving it lying in front of the house fence as Uri. Immediately opened her laptop to read the other personality's diary. Smiling to herself seeing Uri's annoyance there. Of course she already knew about the tiger tattoo and had threatened Gia not to get another tattoo. Not too surprised anyway it's not the first time because Gia has made several tattoos before. Image of a girl wearing a mask that is on her right chest. Also the name of Rea's parents on his left arm, Wulanestu. Rey coul

I asked Zion. He scrutinized my outfit choice. Black slacks, black button-down shirt, and a silver vest. The sleeves were rolled up, proudly showing off the new tattoo that I had Dante do for me. It was my girl’s name in Arabic inside of a fractal overlay. Our pups names were also placed within it in Arabic. “I think that Mama will love it. Are you nervous?” he asked me. Was I nervous? Nah. Not really. I was excited more than anything. I was a little anxious, hoping that she would like what I had planned out for the night.

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

I said. He grabbed his iPad and turned it on, swiped a few times, and handed it over to me. This was it. It was exactly the kind of tattoo I saw. A dragon, a rather small one, was curled up weirdly and he seemed to have three wings and three legs and it was spitting fire. “This is it. It is exactly what I saw.” I said.

Richard asked, watching me with discerning eyes. I brought out my phone and visualized an image to him. He glared at it, and seemed flummoxed. “Is this what you want to get?” He stumbled, yet to retract from his confusion. I nodded. “Yeah. I want that name tattooed on my chest and her image drawn in my abdomen…” “You mean you want the name ‘Ivy’ tattooed on your chest and the picture of this same woman tattoed in your abdomen?” Richard spoke up immediately, intruding in my words.

I carry my face from his chest slowly and carefully, not to wake him up I roll over and lie on my side. I admire his sinful beauty, if I can just touch it once more. That's right I can touch it, after all he's sleeping. I flatten my palm on his chest and feel each rhythmic movement his chest makes when he breathes. I outline his body with my hands, over the six divisions on his belly to the tattoo on his chest. I remember when he got that, I came back tired from the classes I had and he came into my house grinning like he just won a lottery. He made me close my eyes, trust me I still cheated, opening my eyes slightly to try to take peaks of whatever surprise he was bringing up. When I opened