Narcissist Survivor Tattoo Novels & Stories

And more than anything in the world I want her lips to be there on my neck instead of her eyes. She can see it! That’s just a drop in the ocean! My entire torso and arms are covered with works of art. If she has a tattoo, then she’s into that kind of thing and will appreciate it. Another plus point! “Why a panther?” I ask, and the girl thinks for a moment. “Well, when Kirill’s father left us, I got this tattoo as a reminder that I’m alone in this world now and have to stand on my own.” “But you’re not alone. You have a wonderful son,” I look at the beauty gently.

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

he replied, motioning to the chair across from him. I sat down, the seat feeling suddenly too small for my body. “Thank you so much for this opportunity, sir. I promise I won’t let you down.” He offered his hand. I took it without hesitation. And then… I saw it. A crescent-shaped birthmark. Just under the knuckle. And the world… paused. Something thundered in my memory, something bitter and cracked and wrapped in adolescent cruelty. ~~~~~ “Yo, y’all check out Nerd of the Year. Got a tattoo to feel better about yourself?”

She gently rubs my back. “I want you to live,” she told me, wiping my tears away and studying me solemnly. “I want you to have the will to want to survive.” “Why?” my voice is bitter, “so that I can continue to suffer. This tattoo won’t come off. My life is over,” I said, pointing at it. “Ending it, all would simply be easier.” “Easier, yes,” she said agreeably, nodding, “but don’t you want to know what it feels like to be loved? Don’t you want to know what It’s like to have a place to call home and fit in? To find your people? To have children?”

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’.

He’s got the money, the connections. But nothing. No calls, no texts. He’s powerful enough to find me. Guess he really didn’t give a damn. Maybe he just… didn’t want to. I exhaled and looked at my baby. “Well, Karen,” I whispered. “In a bit, we’ll start over. A new life. No drama, no heartbreak.” I smiled weakly. “ Maybe I’ll even get that phoenix tattoo… just to prove that I’m a badass who survived everything. That I was strong.”

By the end, he lay collapsed on the floor, his body covered in grotesque red markings. I looked down at him, my tone calm and detached. "Oh, I forgot to mention. This tattoo ink is specially made. It won't fade. It'll stay with you for the rest of your life." I tilted my head slightly, almost amused. "I was just joking around with you, Mr. Payne… You're not upset, are you?"

“Since the tattoo is a surprise, can you at least tell me where you’ll do it?” “On the lower part of your back.” After a little while, he comes back to me and starts tattooing me. “For having a needle on my skin, I don’t feel any pain.” “That’s because I’m amazing.” After half an hour, he announces that he’s finished. “Already?” I ask, bewildered. James nods, a strange smile on his face. “Look at yourself in the mirror.” I do and am shocked. “James… Why is there a tattoo on my back of you and the nun from The Conjuring hugging each other?”

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

Taz glanced down at the tattoo on her other arm that looked like a name tag and read HELLO, MY NAME IS MOM. Her eyes went back to the reporter and hardened as she continued. “I also noticed that you don’t ask about any of the other tattoos. You don’t ask about the three-inch letters that go across my collar bones declaring me to be a survivor. Is that because trying to make me look like I’m controlled makes for a better story than the fact that I survived a drive by shooting when I was seven? Or being raped when I was eighteen? Why don’t you ask Tennyson about his tattoos?”