It Always Hurts Tattoo Novels & Stories

That every wish of mine would be fulfilled with him by my side. Laying down on my pillow without feeling any pain, I fell in a deep sleep. The very deep sleep that seemed like forever. On waking up, I felt much pain in my back. Something felt like a huge wound on my back, I rushed to the mirror to check what it was that was paining me so much. To find out, it was a bat tattoo. I didn't cry instead I felt so happy.

I say while running a brush through my unruly hair. She nods. “Happy to help,” then she bites her bottom lip, crosses her arms, and looks at me questioningly. “The tattoo on your back must have hurt badly,” My eyes narrow at this comment before I realize she meant the Dragonetti Dragon tattoo taking up the entirety of my back. “It’s been there so long, I forget about it sometimes. However, it didn’t hurt as much as the knife that carved a Bratva star, but it was a close second.” I say, the imposing Pakhan’s face flashing in my head, but I shake the image away.

I flinch, pulling away from Tania to clutch that part. “What's wrong?" Tania looked at me with concern. The pain struck again. This time, it was twice as painful. “Ouch!" I cried out. “My neck, Tania. My birthmark hurts so much and I don't know why. Please help me...the pain is unbearable." Tears poured shamelessly down my face. Tania tried to touch it. As soon as her fingers grazed my skin, the pain tripled. It was agonizing and stinging so badly. “Awww!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

Surely he'd get people like me come in here all the time, the ones who want the tattoo but can't take the pain? "Wait until you get one done on your ribs or shoulders, then you will feel it hitting the bone." He tells me, pressing the gun against my flesh, and I brace myself for more pain. Why did I think this would be a great idea to do today? Oh, that's right, I wanted to surprise my boyfriend, to show him how much I loved him. I just didn't anticipate that my declaration of love would hurt so much. "No, thank you, this is my first and last tattoo, I'm never suffering through this torture ever again," I tell him firmly through gritted teeth, my eyes watering and my nails digging into the c

“And if they had branded you, it would have healed.” She has a point. “Does it hurt or does it feel strange in any way?” I shake my head. She lowers my hand, “Then we can deal with this later. Tell me how you’re feeling.” I don’t think it’s okay to just ignore this random tattoo that appeared on the palm of my right hand but then there are other pressing matters to deal with. “Better,” I admit. “My arms feel like they’re back to normal. My wounds feel better overall.”

“I will help you." “That would be appreciated," he grinned. I rolled my eyes and wiped down his body. A few times, my hand brushed his body instead of the towel and each time, I felt him tense up. “I still remember how painful it was when I got my first tattoo,” I gulped. "I don't think I can ever go through it again. So how were you able to do it over and over? Didn't it hurt?” There was barely any open skin left on his body.

Silence. I scream as loud and high-pitched as I can. His punishment is swift as a hard slap from his hand lands on my already sore ass. It cuts off the scream instantly because I'm fighting through the pain just to breathe. Damn that one hurt like hell. I get about thirty seconds of silence before the hum of the tattoo gun starts up. I can't help it and tighten my entire body in dread. This can't be happening to me. How wrong I am.

The little voice in my head told me that, the more it will hurt, the more i'm clench my teeth! Dylan moved the needle slowly and i felt like a sharp scratchy feeling. It hurt so bad! I wanted to scream, to tell him to stop and not to go any further! How did those person who had a lot of tattoo tolerate this kind of pain!?! It was awful! "Talk to me Hayley, don't close your eyes! Tell me, why do you want to become a doctor, humm?" "Aaaahhh..be..because..i..Oh fuck! " , i screamed.

This moon shaped tattoo on my neck feels and looks so much different and mysterious from the regular tattoos. I tried my best to scrub and wash it off but the mark won’t go away and this is making me feel more frustrated, Alpha Aiden has already disturb my peaceful morning sleep and now this hickey turning into a tattoo issue is annoying, it feels like Alpha Aiden has led a stake on me and I need to clean this off to feel free. “What’s going on, is this a sign that I am going to die because I gave out my blood?” I asked no one in particular,my voice filled with so much frustration due to having plenty of my questions unanswered.

Finn lowered his head, took a glance at the tattoo, and shook his head. "It's bad," he said. "You don't like it?" I asked. Finn shook his head and said, "Sak did it. It hurts." I clenched my fists and asked, "You mean Sak did the tattoo on you?" Finn nodded. "Why did he hurt you?" I asked. "I was bad. I tried to run away. Some bad people came and they cut me. Then Sak came and took me back. He gave me this tattoo, so when people see it, they will send me back," Finn whispered.