Precious Tattoos Novels & Stories

I would stay the night. “But...” He stepped in. I turned around and saw him with his mouth open and staring at my body. I should cover up. I shouldn't let him see my body but I did not want to. I did not feel shy or bad. In fact, I was proud that I just got butterfly tattoos on my waist. I also pierce my nipples with diamond hence it was shining. My skin was also clean, I spend thousands every month to make them glow. I am not some poor chick, I make good money all thanks to Clara.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

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.

As I turn one of them over in my hand, I notice some kind of pattern of tiny pin-prick-sized holes on the inside. “Here, let me,” Taylor says, gently grabbing one of my wrists. He quickly fastens a cuff on each wrist, adjusting them so that they sit comfortably. He then takes my wrists and puts them together so that they are facing upwards and when I glance down I immediately see what the pattern is; an exact replica of the emperor penguins tattoo that I wanted with one on each wrist bowing to each other to form the shape of a heart. “I had them especially laser cut the pattern so these are entirely unique; you are the only person in the world to have a pair like this,” Taylor says softly.

CILIA'S POV "It's so beautiful Elle, I'm telling you honestly." Tania gushed as we admired the beautiful, adjustable, luxury silver bracelet with lavender colours on each flower shaped spot of it. "Yeah it's so adorable and the design is so unique. Your mom's bracelets are always the best Elle. But this was specifically designed for one person, you can't find this exact design anywhere in the world. So unique and it's definitely a trackable one like it predecessors." I said with a smile.

"Ooh thanks, Miss Kierra" "Does it have a meaning" "Not really, it's just a fancy tattoo. When I went to a tattoo shop I picked it because I liked the simplicity. It reminds me of our god the Moon Goddess" "That's lovely. A crown on a moon. It's a nice one. I can see that you are really faithful to her to even get a tattoo that reminds you of her " I said " Yeah I am" "I'll go back to the house to get prepared, I'll be waiting for you"

The man smiled and sat back. “There, it’s perfect,” he said, proud of his work. Layana hurried over. Looking at the tattoo, it mapped his shoulder and bicep, it was indeed magnificent, a deep black, red ink, that seemed to ripple slightly whenever the light touched it, the eyes of the phoenix and the tail were laced with glittering red. The detail was impressive and Layana nodded in approval “It’s beautiful,” she said noticing the necklace that hung in Declan’s neck, rather jealous of it being so close to him, trying not to focus on how extremely attractive he was.

I carry my face from his chest slowly and carefully, not to wake him up I roll over and lie on my side. I admire his sinful beauty, if I can just touch it once more. That's right I can touch it, after all he's sleeping. I flatten my palm on his chest and feel each rhythmic movement his chest makes when he breathes. I outline his body with my hands, over the six divisions on his belly to the tattoo on his chest. I remember when he got that, I came back tired from the classes I had and he came into my house grinning like he just won a lottery. He made me close my eyes, trust me I still cheated, opening my eyes slightly to try to take peaks of whatever surprise he was bringing up. When I opened

--- **Story 6: Cursed Ink** **Chapter 1** Aria Vale had always loved tattoos. At twenty-seven, her body was already a canvas — delicate floral pieces on her ribs, a fierce serpent wrapping her left thigh, and a small crescent moon behind her ear. Each one told a story. Each one made her feel powerful. But the new shop she found tucked away in the old district promised something different. The artist was an older woman with sharp eyes and ink-stained fingers. “These aren’t ordinary tattoos,” she warned as Aria flipped through the strange, hypnotic designs. “They carry… energy. Make sure you really want them.”

Her hair is a mess of curls, and she still looks like the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. She crosses straight to Parker and places her hand on his chest, over his heart, and the bond erupts like a flare. All of us inhale sharply, identical gasps, which would be funny if I were not having a mild spiritual crisis. Paige looks suddenly nervous. Parker looks like someone handed him the moon. He pulls the shirt collar aside just enough to show us, and there, over his heart. A glowing golden symbol. Soft and alive, a mark. My mouth falls open. “Absolutely not. No way. You don’t get a shiny tattoo and the rest of us get nothing.”