Novel & Cerita Narcissist Survivor Tattoo

I saw her eating together with her cousins and a boy that I was always jealous of because Hanna was always happy when they were together and she was smiling like she doesn't care that I would be hurt if I saw that she was together with someone. I want to walk toward them but I decided not to because I know what will happen next if I did that, because the Psychopath was always stalking me and There is nothing I couldn't do about that for now. I guess I need to calm my nerves for now. The pain inside my chest was so very hard to handle So I decided to go home earlier and as always driving my car I saw a tattoo shop and because I wanted to feel something because the pain in my chest was too muc

I was in shock for a moment there. Nero looked like he was in so much pain that it was consuming him. Guilt was seeping through like he couldn’t contain it. It was like he had spent years pushing it back, and it was finally surfacing. I didn’t know what was going through his mind, but I knew he was replaying everything he’d done over and over again. “She was the first and only innocent person whose life I have taken. Her name was Daisy, and she inspired my first tattoo. I got it on my heart as a reminder that I was too selfish to prioritize her life over mine.”

Lucifer asked confused and their eyes widened. Lucifer checked himself in the mirror and saw it. The tattoo like carving on his back. It was a dagger with a snake clinging to it in black colour, it looked so perfect and real like it's their skin. "What the fuck..." He heard Vincent cursing. Lucifer looked at them and Nicolai and Vincent had the same tattoo like thing on their back exactly where he has it. Below their neck. "What is this..." Nicolai frowned touching it. "I felt something burn on my back yesterday when we were mating... I thought it's because she was scratching my back..."

Her fingers trembled as she undid the last button, pushing the fabric aside to reveal my skin. "Greedy little virgin," I teased, but I shrugged off my shirt, exposing my tattooed chest—rippling muscles, scars from my rough past, all symbols of the darkness she was embracing. The ink swirled in intricate patterns: a snarling wolf on my pec, vines of thorns wrapping around my abs, each one a story of conquest and pain. Her eyes widened, fingers tracing the ink, sending shivers down my spine as her nails scraped lightly over a scar. "Touch all you want. But remember, this body is your master now. Every ridge, every scar—it's yours to worship, but only because I allow it."

I try to explain, “No, I just wanted to—” “Then fuck off,” she says. I feel humiliated. The maidens laugh at me but cover their mouths when I turn. I walk off slowly. But she desperately stops me. “My lady, I am so sorry. Where did you get that tattoo from?” She holds onto my hands like a treasure. I withdraw my hands in annoyance, but she begs desperately. “I am a member of the deviant splinters. My father put that tattoo on me when I was twelve.” “It's the same tattoo my brother came home with, the tattoo he had the night before he left the night walker pack, please can you—”

He paused his ministrations on my neck and with one flick he stripped of his tee. "There, touch me." He groaned and I didn't want any further persuasion. My hands glided over his toned chest, running over the dragon tattoo. "Why is this for?" I asked, my fingertips grazing over the fire tattooed on his abdomen. He bit his lip. "It represents power and victory over bad. I had it engraved when I couldn't take any more of my step-mother's false accusations and controlling nature. I was feeling weak and I needed to feel something. I went to a party and got dunk and somehow landed up in a tattoo parlor. He decided to draw this a sign that I am powerful and can rise from ashes." He paused and grin

she was curious as he was all bad boy and she have never seen any tattoo painted on Nathan. "I have a scorpio drawn on my back shoulder. I thought you saw it last night." He said smirking and she looked away feeling suddenly hot. She didn't even looked at Nathan once when he took off his shirt and then came wearing a vest came to bed. She really was a very shy person. " Nathan...." "Hmm...." They took some photos of them together as a memory. A beautiful memory that will stay with them forever..... She smiled happily and thankfully as they made our way back to the hotel.

Now, she is dreaming about her tormentor's voice and this time, she is enjoying her time with him. Nyra left that small town upon her grandmother's insistence. Once her grandmother find out what happened to her, she was adamant about her decision to send Nyra back to her father and stepmother. "Don't tell anyone about this Nyra. Never let anyone find out about that tattoo. They will kill you" her grandmother's warning ring loud and clear in Nyra's mind. Nyra unconsciously reached to rub her new tattoo. After that night, an orange dragon tattoo appeared on her lower back. It's the reminder that proves about what happened that night.

Sonia didn’t seem convinced by my words but decided to let me be. I went back to work and tried to focus, but my mind wasn’t at rest. I kept thinking of him, my parents' killer. I knew I wasn’t mistaken. He was the one. The tattoo was exactly the same. It was well-crafted and spectacular, not just an ordinary scorpion tattoo but has a signature sign. Something written in foreign letters beside the tattoo; such a tattoo couldn’t be found anywhere else. This tattoo was etched into my memory. Every time I blinked, the image of that scorpion tattoo flashed before my eyes. I wasn’t mistaken. It was him.

His tattooed hands, those large fingers… Yeah, I didn’t even want to imagine. “He’s stable,” Nik murmured. “Doctors say he’ll recover.” I just nodded. Let’s see how they talk when Mark suddenly dies in a few days. After dinner, while the staff began clearing the plates, I stood to leave. But Nik caught my hand,firmly. “Wait.” He handed me a small notebook. Black cover. A symbol stamped on it in silver foil,the Kontrivsin crest. “What’s this, Nik?” I asked, eyes narrowing.