Marvin Martian Tattoo Novels & Stories

Mj pushed Mara at arms length but didn't let go of her “what's wrong Mara?” Mara opened her bottle and took a long drink before handing it to Mj who did the same. The two girls slid to the floor at the same time leaning against the bed. “Tanner is my mate” Mara almost whispered, Mj took the bottle and gulped down more of the spicy brown liquid, “Why don't you sound happy?” Mj asked as she passed the bottle back to Mara “He’s the brother of an Alpha Moll,” Mara explained “he lives in a pack and he’s a damn hunter so it's not like I could convince him to leave with me-” Mara clapped a hand over her mouth as she passed the bottle back to Mj who laughed low in her throat before she took anothe

“You do that, and your tattoo is free.” “Someone go get me a banana.” Celeste said. The shop owner was finishing up on Gunny and said, “If you can do that, all the tattoos are free.” “I’ll go get you one, freaky deaky.” Gunny told her as his arm was being covered by ointment. “Wyatt, do you see why my wife calls us the pervs?” “And we haven’t even had alcohol yet!” Doc pointed out. “HYDRATE!” The group of Marines called out and then they all laughed.

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

In his right hand, he held the familiar silver dagger, its blade gleaming dangerously. But as the rebel assassin took a step toward my bed, his left hand reached up to his own collar. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled the fabric down, exposing his spine to the mirror on the wall behind him. My breath completely trapped itself in my throat, and my heart stopped dead in my chest. There, seared into the skin of the ruthless Omega rebel's back, was a glowing, crimson brand. A perfect, permanent tattoo of my own true initials. MW.

I left him to marinate in that as I stormed out of his studio, down the stairs and out of his damned tattoo shop. GK Tattoos - Zero stars! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Margo was not nearly as mad as I thought she would be. I had seen her angrier at her nail tech for getting her desired nail shape wrong than she was now, hearing that a stranger tattooed his name on her best friend’s body. In fact, she seemed more amused than anything. “Did you even hear me, Margo? A man who I have never seen a day in my life put his fuckíng name on my back!”

“Sh!t, what’s happening?!” “My back,” I rasped, teeth clenched so tight they might snap. “Something’s wrong with the mate tattoo. Look. Look at it!” He rushed behind me, lifting my shirt with shaking hands. I felt his breath freeze “Kael… The tattoo…” My chest heaved. “What about it?” “It’s vanishing.” The world tilted. No. No, no, no. The mate mark, the delicate silhouette of a female wolf, etched into my flesh since the day the Moon bonded us, her mark burned on my skin—alive. But now, it is fading. Disappearing like ink in water.

I wanted to cover them, but Marcel wouldn’t allow it… I believed that it was his own way of showing the claim he was having over me. “So,” she murmured. “You and my son have been… active… it seems.” Heat crept up my neck, but I didn’t look away. I refused to. “I don’t have the makeup to cover it up. I am embarrassed walking around with the marks, but Alpha Marcel seems to enjoy seeing them, and even if I wanted to, I have no way of trying to cover it.” She nodded, and I could see her chewing the inside of her mouth as she clearly debated on how to respond to what I just said.

My eyes trailed down her body, admiring the intricate tattoos that adorned her skin, each one telling a story of her strength and resilience. As I continued to trace the lines of her tattoos, my gaze fell upon a single name inked right below her left breast: Reynard. Reynard. It means male fox. She used to call me that when I called her my little fox. The sight of the tattoo stirred something deep within me. She had permanently marked herself with my name, a symbol of our connection that transcended time and distance. My heart ached with emotion, a mix of love and disbelief. She had tattooed it. She had carried me with her, even when we were apart. I reached out gently, my fingers tracing th

I hope he’ll remain as sweet as this. “Mom loves you, Amari.” “I love you more mom, you and dad.” I stiff as he mentioned Martini, but I managed to smile back at him. I can't ruin this special day for my son. *** “Cover your tattoo, Jada.” Martini’s voice erupted from behind as he entered my dressing room. “Why would I do that?” I asked not even bothering to throw him a glance and got myself busier contouring my cheeks. “Just do it. Why do you have to ask?”

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.