Narcissist Survivor Tattoo Novels & Stories

Saint was about to look away grudgingly when Nicholas's towel lowered itself and then fell to the floor, revealing a tattoo. His gaze snagged on it before he could even stop himself. The tattoo rested low on Nicholas's back, directly above his waist. The design climbed the base of his spine in elegant black lines. Sharp points and sweeping curves intertwined around a narrow central shape that resembled a watchful eye. Thorn-like flourishes stretched outward before curling back in on themselves, giving the impression of something dangerous held barely under control.

Me staring at a naked guy for the second time in my damn life. My breath caught in my throat, trapped. I was trapped. My eyes completely rebelled against my brain's frantic commands to look the fuck away. Instead, they traced the dark, heavy ink of a tattoo etched across his upper shoulder blades. Three words, bold and unyielding: "Built Through Pain." The script wasn't flashy or arrogant. It felt heavy. It looked like a scar turned into art—a quiet testament to something survival-driven. A strange, unbidden ache blossomed in my chest just looking at it.

Terry himself pulled away and, the shirt tore away. As he turned to face the crowd, whose eyes were wide watching the unexpected action unfold, his bare torso was on display. On the right side of his body, along his ribs, was a tattoo of an upside down wolf skull. Someone gasped. A few of the candidates covered their mouths. I glanced at Nicholas for explanation. He was stunned speechless for a moment. Then he spoke, “The upside down wolf skull is a symbol of the underground organization. I didn’t know someone would… tattoo themselves with it.”

And there are a few portraits of paintings around. I hear the soft sound of water droplets. If I'm not mistaken, it's coming from his bathroom. He's in the shower. Suddenly the water stops flowing and Nikolai steps out. Naked. What the hell?? “Fuck!” I curse on seeing him. I always knew he was hot behind his suit. Tattoos cover his upper body. From what I can see, it's a drawing of a skull, and a viper opening its mouth, among other things. There's also something written on his upper chest, ‘ Carpe diem’ written boldly.

"At the end of the day... Jezebel was my sister. She was the one who recruited people for these sick experiments. Leo saved me. Leo and my brother. But the nightmares, they stick." I looked at his toned abs, my eyes avoiding the rather huge... other part, but focusing on the tattoos that seemed to tell a story etched into his skin. I pointed at them. "Are your nightmares your tattoos?" He looked down at the intricate designs on his body, a sad smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. Each one represents something I went through. A reminder of the pain, the suffering, but also the survival." I nodded, understanding a little more about the scars he carried, both visible and hidden. "You're strong, Et

I said with a small smirk as I sat up, still holding her tightly. Her eyes glistened as she wrapped her arms around my neck tightly. "I love it." She said softly, kissing my lips before she looked down at my chest again. On my left breast, I had gotten a tattoo with the words ‘My Nympho Queen Kiara, ruler of my heart, body and soul’ Her fingers tenderly brushed over it. "I got the fuckers name too." I remarked, holding up my wrist, ‘Dante’ was written alongside one of my previous tattoos.

“And they had a very big sakura tree in their backyard. Every time something bad happened, he’d go and stab the tree with a knife, carving deep scars in it. “ I listen quietly, still running my fingertips over him. “But the tree would always bloom the next year, despite all of it. We are what we are because of our scars, “ I look up and our eyes meet. I think, and it might be weird, or crazy, but it’s right then and there I realize I am going to compare all other boys, men, or actually, all the people that pass my life or I am with to him. Nathan will be the person I am going to compare everyone to. “Can I make one too?” I ask before thinking better. “What? A tattoo?” “Yes. “ “Are you sure y

Only I knew she was alive and the tattoos were meaningful, still are. The tattoo was inspired by Talitha. She got a tattoo of a snake shedding its skin with a tiny butterfly next to it. I loved it. The work was implacable, I couldn't draw my eyes away from it, it was us. I wanted my own so I got the same tattoo on the side of my waist, right below my ribs on the tight. Mine is the opposite, a snake is wrapped around the butterfly playfully with a the quote, "Evil and good both win." That was two years ago. Adrian likes that tattoo the most, he adorns it with his mouth every time he has me bound to his bed, he likes it. He joked he would get my name on him but as much as I want my name on him

Than Ibrahim says to the tattoo artist.... I want one name in body in my chest near my heart..... Than tattoo artist says ok just tell me which name you want and design.... I will show you some design..... Ok says Ibrahim..... He sees some design in his phone than select one design..... Than tattoo artist says now tell me what name you want..... Mehak says Ibrahim..... Listening this Nasir got shocked he says what you r in love Ibrahim? And in that level? Nasir I already told you keep quite for a

Alexa I have to say, it's a damn good tattoo. The artist did a great job and if the circumstances were different I'd be thanking him. Since they aren't all I do is scowl. He wraps my arm and goes on about how to take care of the tattoo. Since this isn't my first rodeo I zone out. I feel like a cow who's ears been marked so people can know who to return them too if they run away. They've branded me as theirs. Looking down at the ink, my urge to find the treasure and leave grows stronger. This tattoo will serve as a reminder for what they did and have now done to me. Each time my heart softens toward them, this will harden it once more. I will get my revenge, but first I have to survive long e