Initial D Tattoo Novels & Stories

He guided her on top, letting her sit sideways on his legs. With their bare skin touching, she wondered what he was referring to, the water or himself. “Look.” He twisted his body so she could see his shoulder blades. “Marcus.” She spoke the name aloud. “It’s the first tattoo I ever got.” He replied to her She looked and touched the letters. “Who is this guy? The word was designed in calligraphy. It was beautifully written. “The guy who is responsible for me to be this way.” He spoke sublimely as if he was living a memory.

After finishing her homeworks and eating dinner, Raine dashed towards where she put the parchment that her granda gave yesterday. "Thank goodness it's still safe!" she sighed. She leisurely opened it. Inside she saw set of pictures. She eagerly looked at it but she can't clearly see the faces of the people at the images, only their tattoos. Seeing those tattoo, her memories from the past triggered. She immediately remembered the tattoo she saw on the mysterious man who killed her parents and elder sister. The feelings that those men maybe related to that syndicate pinched her. In order to keep her discoveries a secret, she put it in their family's secret room behind the library.

But like I’d said, there was something about Jey that just made you want to be the one to impress her. I just wanted to see that smile on her face. I wanted her to be happy. So you know what I’d gone and done? I got the one and only tattoo that would ever be seen on my body, even to this day. What I’d gotten was even one of her choosing. One that had both of our initials crested and visible on my finger. After it was done, she’d laughed. That was the first sign I should have paid more attention to. Or maybe that hadn’t been the first. It had just been the first I took notice of.

I smiled warmly at him and pulled his wrist forward “Now… your turn” I turned on the tattoo gun and imprinted the words on his wrist one after the other… he didn’t even move an inch… seems he’s used to things like this. Well, he must be… he has a lot on his body. “Done” He gave it a quick look then smiled “Looks good… I see you put your initials too… N…” “Yes… why not… you don’t like it? I put my initials so no other girl can claim you… you remember only me”

I say to him and he gasps quietly. "That was smooth. Does that mean I can get something dirty?" "No, I'm not letting your first tattoo be something like that." "Please can I get and arrow pointing to my ass?" "No way! Nathan would kill me!" I laugh and Cole pouts. "Okay, what about this one?" He says as he points to a vine of roses that would stretch across his lower back. "I like it, I think you should get that one." "Can I get yours and Nathan's initials on it?"

I helped him take off his shirt and gasped. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - JD I heard Iyah gasped when I took off my shirt. I don’t blame her. My body is full of tattoos and scars littered here and there. At first, I get tattoos to cover up some of my ugly scars. But soon it became a hobby.

Dario POV I woke just after 4 and headed straight to the tattoo shop. As soon as Ada fell asleep, I’d sent a text to the tattoo artist we use. He confirmed I could come in at 5 to get at least the outlines done while the pen was still readable. Marking her skin with my name and my promises was my way of claiming her. It was an urge that came over me when I saw the pens in her laptop bag. I will speak to her about getting my tattoo later. First, I need to get my ring on her finger and the family crest around her neck.

bit, but for me, the pain wasn’t intense. The amount of time it took was annoying but Daniel tried to make the best of it by playing silly games, like ‘I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter…’ It was a simple game but helped kill time. After what felt like forever, we were done, and the tattoo artist set up mirrors so that I could see the results. It was every bit of what I wanted and more. I loved it! Daniel’s was way smaller than mine and looked so good on his chest, which also looked so damn delicious. Yes, I was shamelessly checking out my friend’s body and hoped he would not notice. But he caught me staring, and I tried turning the moment into a joke and said th

His eyes glistened happily as I showed him the fresh ink on my wrist. "That's so pretty, love." "I know!" I grinned, totally satisfied with the tattoo. "Though, it kinda hurts a little so good luck with yours. Have you chosen a design yet?" "I did but I'm not sure you're gonna like it." "What is it?" "Well," he scratched the back of his head. "Since our names begin with the same letter, I was thinking why don't we just get a cursive font of a tiny letter J at the back of our ears?"

It’s damp and alive — the kind of night that reminds you you’re still breathing, even when it hurts. I light up and sit down hard on the concrete. My shirt’s loose. I push the sleeves up to my elbows. Let the night see me. Let the ink tell its stories. I got my first tattoo when I was fifteen. In the back of someone’s cousin’s garage, with a stolen gun and a bottle of vodka we were too young to drink. It was a knife with wings. Carved down my upper arm. The guy doing it didn’t even ask why. He just grunted and told me to sit still.