Melanie Martinez Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Destiny stared at the lines on her body. Her mother's tattoo had been more like a maze, lines ran apart from each other, but always running parallel. Hers were more floral. It looked like vines had grown all over her body. It gracefully followed the curve of her hips and breast. Likewise, it ran double helices down the sides of her legs and her spine. It flowered up at the base of her neck and was embedded with lotus blossoms. Normally, she wasn't into flowery designs, but this tattoo was fascinating, there was something powerful, mystical about it. They looked more like tribal flowers rather than Hawaiian shirt flowers. That would have been very un

Amelia’s POV "It's beautiful" I gasp as I look at the Miguel's arm with awe. We're at a tattoo parlour in Denver and Miguel just finished getting a tattoo on the left side of his arm. Of a rose. I'd imagined it would be a horrifically painful experience the minute I saw the large needle, but as the tattoo artist got to work and I sat by Miguel, talking to him about anything and everything and holding his right hand, time had passed by really quick and it was done.

Emmeline obeyed, and the sensation of his hands gently washing her shoulders and back made her melt. But as she turned, she caught sight of his reflection in the massive mirrored wall beside the tub. Emmeline's breath hitched. She spun back around, reaching out before she could stop herself. "Turn around," she demanded softly. Zavian raised an eyebrow but indulged her, turning his broad back to her. Emmeline stared in absolute awe. Spanning the entire width of his muscular back was a breathtaking tattoo of a dragon. It was intricately detailed in deep obsidian ink with subtle shading that made the scales look three-dimensional.

Closer. Closer. Closer. “A tattoo,” I yelled. “They both had the same tattoo.” How did I miss that earlier? “Are you sure?” Prince Dante asked. “Positive, Master. I remember it now. Coral had a tattoo on her right forearm and so did Zane.” Master went quiet for a minute, then he asked. “Can you describe the tattoo?” “It was a cross in the midst of thorns.” When Coral raised her hands to pierce my neck, I saw it.

"Sparrows were my mom's favorite birds. And lately, one has been watching over me at my parent's house. I think it's a sign that I'm supposed to get one and that my mom is watching out for me beyond the grave." Jeremy holds my hand as we drive through the light green spring trees. April is almost perfect. The air is crisp but not too sweaty. We get to Marvelous Tattoo. They accept walk-ins. We fill out forms that prove we are old enough to scar our bodies. They scan our licenses. A lady with both arms filled with tattoos greets us. She's wearing goth attire and has piercings in every location imaginable.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

Therefore, she got a tattoo artist to help her put the mole there so that they would not confuse her by modifying their identities all the time simply because of how identical they were. “What is Melanie doing in Orion?” “Why did she disappear from Pearl Coast without a trace?” His brain whirled with questions. "I'm extremely sorry. I wasn't monitoring where I was going." Melanie's voice pierces through his mind. Her tone is pleasant; however, her eyes flash with fear. "No harm done," he murmurs, immediately releasing his hands on her shoulders and she immediately bends down. As Melanie bends to get her phone, he can't help but notice how her silk dress embraces her contours. His thoughts ar

My little escape for the night to be with my number one rebel partner, Ben. I padded across the room toward my dresser, opening a jar of lotion. The subtle scent of vanilla filled the air as I trailed my fingers over my arms, rubbing the cream in absentmindedly. My gaze landed on the small mirror propped on the corner of the dresser, catching a glimpse of the intricate tattoo curling along my collarbone. The mark. My mark. With a soft smile, I turned to face the mirror more fully, letting the towel slip just enough to reveal the dark, swirling design etched into my skin. I traced the lines with my fingertip, marveling at how something so permanent could appear so delicate.

Asim switches to the other breast and I moan as Hikaru licks and nibbles where they marked me. It looks like I have many tattoos where all of my mate marks are from the Celtic dragon and vines on my wrist to the dragon on my shoulder, the Kitsuné on my neck and the wolf shield on the opposite side of my neck. Add them to my three actual tattoos which are all witchy and I look very inked up.

Kai shot back, “Cousins fall in love sometimes.” Martin gagged. “That only happens in those deranged dark romance books you read. Stop reading that nonsense.” “They’re my therapy.” “Get new therapy.” Martin started the car but paused. “Ray… be careful of that kid.” Kai frowned. “I thought you liked him like five minutes ago.” Martin’s tone changed. Quiet. Serious. “When I shook his hand, I saw a tattoo on his wrist. Not the whole thing, but enough to know it looked like that gang insignia. The one with the inverted triangle. I didn’t see the full bug symbol but… I swear I’ve seen something like that before.”