Let Them Tattoo With Heart Novels & Stories

“I trained with a local piercing artist and tattooist to learn how. I’ve pierced several of my past playmates. I’ve never tattooed anyone, that’s a lot more permanent.” “Have you ever wanted to tattoo anyone?” Stepping up to her he cupped her face in his hands before kissing her soundly. “Only one.” “What would you put on them?” Jolene whispered as she placed her hands on his chest to steady herself. “I was thinking a baby Betty making my heart around my name.” he moved his hand down to her chest and drew a heart over her own heart. “Like right around here.” “Why is her name Betty?” Jolene asked quietly.

Jax POV We sit in silence as time passes, and finally, Cole steps back. I glance in the mirror. There, over my heart, is a tattoo of her lips in the bright red she always wears. “Dhalia” is written above them, and “Blake” below. It’s perfect. I watch as Chase tells Cole to add Blake’s name to his tattoo as well. In Blake’s mind, we’ll all have the same tattoo when we show her tomorrow. He has no clue about this.

At least he had a shirt on that day. Then something caught my eye. On his left pec, near his heart, there was now a tattoo. Unconsciously I stepped forward so I could get a closer, better look at the newly designed tattoo. It was the name 'Baby B' in cursive italics. Under the name were two red roses in the form of an 'x'. My fingers were itching to touch the newly done tattoo but I knew better.

they exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with warmth and affection. I couldn't help but smile at their enthusiasm, grateful for their unwavering support. We gathered around the counter, raising the bottle of champagne in a silent toast. Despite the challenges ahead, I knew that with Krystal and Leah by my side, we could overcome anything. As we clinked glasses and took a sip of the bubbly liquid, a sense of optimism filled the air. In my tattoo shop, I was more than just a pawn in Alpha Alexander's game—I was the master of my fate, and nothing could stand in my way.

I lightly ran my fingers over it in admiration. “It’s beautiful.” I told her. But the skin was raised. “Sugar, it’s not a tattoo, it’s more of a branding.” He explained. “A branding?” He got up and pulled out the branding rod. “There’s one for pack members, one for the Alpha and then one for the Luna and the ranked members, like the Beta and Gamma.” He continued. “It will be blazing hot, placed on your left arm aligned with your heart, and left there for several seconds. My love, it’s going to hurt, I’m not going to lie but it must be done.” He said looking at me with a little worry. “Another part of our bonding is that I will mark you,” he lightly placed his finger on the left si

He smiled and asked her, "It will hurt a little. Would you like a tattoo?" At the heard of Justin's words, the clerk tried his best to persuade them. "Do you want matching tattoos? We have many styles here, which are very popular with couples. It won't hurt too much... With your boyfriend's company, you can get through it. It will be of great sentimental value." Anne was persuaded and nodded timidly. The clerk immediately handed them a picture album. "Please choose a pattern!" Justin took it and flipped through it. "Anne, which one do you like?"

“Most are more ‘in the moment’ types of things, but there are a few that are close to my heart.” When she hears me say that, I see her fingers stop moving and she leans closer to look at where my heart is. She studies the intricate tattoo for a while and then I see her eyes light up and her mouth goes into a little O. The tattoo is one that is very special to me. It’s an intricate tree and while the base holds my family, the branches hold the names of the people who mean the most to me. Addison’s name is the first that I had done. It’s twisted and braided and there are small white tulips throughout her name.

His green eyes were black in the dim light. "Take off your shirt," I said. He pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was bare and I saw it. The tattoo. Over his heart. Little flower. In italics. Delicate and permanent, right over the place where his heartbeat was strongest. The ink was dark against his skin. The skin was raised slightly, the way tattoos were when they were healed.

Em looked at Mickey as she spoke. “Helll to the yeahhh!” Mickey shouted. She jumped out the of the car then turned and looked at the girls. “Y’all comin or what?” An hour later the friends emerged from the tattoo place, Em sporting a bandage on her rib cage right under her previous tattoo, and another one on her wrist… which matched the ones on her three best friends. They’d all decided to get matching ones. Nothing big.. just a little Roman number IV. Symbolizing the four of them and how much they meant to each other. And then the one on Em’s rib cage, under her hummingbird which read: ‘Made to Endure’.

My heart won’t allow it I look into the mirror and get a crazy idea throw on my jacket grab my keys and head out the door informing my father I will meet everyone at the funeral knowing deep down I won’t be there I will never say goodbye to my love and my child, never! Walking into the tattoo shop I can’t help but to look around at all the art work and tattoos plastered all over the walls, amazing! “Thanks, how can I help you”? I hear snapping me back to reality umm I need a tattoo, two of them actually I tell the man with big arms and amazing art work all over his body. “ what did you have in mind”? Umm you see….. I proceeded to tell him the whole story than told him to freestyle two pieces