Nicki Minaj Tattoo Novels & Stories

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

Power bikes parked outside gleamed under the streetlights. The place smelled of smoke, leather, and ink. Elena stared at the building, confused. “What… are we doing here?” she asked slowly. Mia smirked. “We’re getting you something wild.” Elena’s eyes widened. “A tattoo?” Mia grinned. “Hell yeah.” Elena blinked, shaking her head. “Are you serious?” Mia laughed. “Dead serious. You need to do something for you. Something crazy. Something that says ‘F-you’ to the world.”

She gazes at me in a hazy pleasure of confusion. “We can’t fuck with clothes on. They might get in the way. Undress, Princess.” I command as I begin to remove my own clothes. Toni nods her head as she makes haste to remove her clothes. Her eyes soak me up as she studies my tattoos with her eyes. Leo, Trey, Shane, and Igor all have an obsession with tattoos. I have full sleeves, my chest, ribs, and a couple on my legs. I notice Toni has a thigh tattoo. It’s a ribbon of lace that wraps around her thing, but on the other thigh there is a gun holstered in the lace thigh strap. I know she has a cupcake on the back of her left thigh that she and Lucy got when they opened their bake shop.

"Amber is too kind. My mom said not to hurt the people who did that to you. We only live together. She shared her life experiences, especially when that crazy guy decided to run off with that bitch who ruined my parents' marriage." "In that case, you should take care of your mom." Denis had already turned on the tattoo gun after dipping the needle in the ink. Denis' other hand began to hold Gaby's skin flat and taut for easy execution, and slowly and indeed, the needle started to dig into a few millimeters of Gaby's skin. Think of it like a sting that Gaby eventually got used to. Now Denis' focal point truly begins. Under the lights, he resumes his work for the umpteenth client since Denis f

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

She touched her body and retrieved her hand immediately. "Hot right?" Hoots asked. "Yeah, extremely hot." "I don't even know how she is feeling inside." Hoots said, and Nahigra stared at her. Nahigra saw something on her chest. She opened it a little and saw a tattoo and covered it up. "The tattoo." She whispered. Trying to remember where she had seen the tattoo before. "Danika!" She had seen that same tattoo on Danika during a water fight between her and Nicholas in the mid-year. She brought fruits for both of them.

“You’ve got two options. Shake hands and hit the gym… or clean bathrooms for a week.” They shook hands so fast she had to bite back a grin. The day was almost done, and the group home was finally settling down. Minnie tucked her purple hair into a loose bun and tugged down her hoodie. She was still curvy—and still fabulous. Tattoos danced along her forearms in soft black lines, a constellation of pain and power, growth and grit. Her silver nose ring shimmered under the flickering hallway lights. “Boss lady,” called out Dez, one of the newer staff, “you heading out?”

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

Colt often got teased since I am the female version of him and extremely sought after by the guys. However, Colt was four minutes older than me so he get’s the Alpha’s position. Leaving me to do what I please and that happens to be tattooing. I started tattooing around 15 years old and Colt and I would be 18 here soon. I was on my last session with Jacob. “I’m excited to get this done. I have a date this weekend and I want it to look good.” Jacob had a new flavor every weekend, to the point that I didn’t bother learning their names.

Rowan glanced at her and noticed her gaze fixed on the small, thin tattoo on her ankle. Nora wore a pair of knee-length wide-leg shorts and low-cut white sneakers, revealing the slender tattoo on her ankle. From a distance, it was difficult to discern what it represented, but upon closer inspection, it was a delicate "f". It was mainly to represent the word ‘forget’. Rowan had suggested she get the tattoo. Perhaps artists and designers tended to have a more unconventional and distinctive taste. Otherwise, given her personality, she would never have considered getting a tattoo.