Precious Tattoos Novels & Stories

engraved on it. The limited-edition forest perfume—he had queued for days to get it, but it was a scent Selena had once blended. A moonstone necklace with a totem at its base—he said the twin wolves represented our love, but the pattern in the middle was the Saintess’s exclusive emblem. All these details I had never paid attention to before now unveiled themselves before my eyes one by one. Someone else had long since taken residence in his heart. I've completely given up.

They have nothing against this new version and had no problems with him smiling, being happy, or having a girlfriend, what they were meaning was to replace this cringing boss, who was feeding them dog food. Bodyguard Chen looked in the mirror at his smiling boss and couldn't help but sigh at the sight of his boss and lady boss engaged talking like secret couples. "I am gonna punish you when we get back home. The designer of this pendant is me, but it was Mr. Francisco who made it. When he came to give me that and asked me to show the picture of the girl I was preparing it for, I showed him your photo, and the next thing he said was unbelievable for me. How come I don't know you are the owner

"Haha, you're good at joking, my dear. Of course, not always." For Tiger, a billionaire wouldn't walk away empty-handed. He'd worn a necklace with a teardrop pendant. My bare neck was now adorned with a small blue pendant that shimmered like a mermaid's pearly tears. "Sometimes I just think about how lucky I am to have you," Tiger said.

It felt lewd to be standing there with both nipples pierced, whilst the four very clean cut middle aged women watched. “Nice tattoos,” Iris murmured. “Fresh ones too.” She exchanged a look with Patience before cutting down the side seam of the tracksuit pants, her fingers brushing against Aislen’s skin as she did so. (… F-king Triquetra… That’s Rhett’s work, and the Triquetra triangle. Who is this girl? And why has Rhett Salem tattooed her as being the Triquetra’s property… Ah, f-k…) The pants removal had revealed the rest of the tattoos.

He sat down in the guest room waiting for her. He didn't wait for long when he heard juwairiytah's footsteps approaching the room in her cat walking manner. He looked at her from head to toe. Admiring how beautiful she looks in her navy blue ankara with red strips. He noticed this days that she's more beautiful, not knowing that "aikin hajiya azumi ne na gyarata in and out". She didn't apply any make up which made her look cute in a super amazing way.

“There are symbols that have been used for centuries to prevent possession.” “So you can tattoo my body and in return, Adron cannot possess me?” I clarified. “Correct.” “Can anyone tattoo these or only you?” “Anyone can tattoo it, but it has to be done with a certain ink.” “What’s in the ink?” I was more of less questioning her to see if she knew what she was talking about. If she would have come sooner, Jet wouldn’t be fighting for his life right now. “Different herbs and spices but hard metals like platinum, hafnium and thallium.”

All of them had a silver hue, yet it was clear that they were not crafted from actual silver. One had a small ruby, another had elegant cursive inscriptions, and another had delicate floral etchings. I couldn't help but admire the intricate artwork that adorned his arm, from his fingers all the way up to his wrist. "What is the significance of this?" I gently ran my fingers over one of the intricate tattoos on his arm. The elegant script, adorned with delicate vines, roses, and lotus flowers, intrigued me, even though I couldn't decipher the Greek letters.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

Like I cared. Bathing the queen was the most moving, beautiful thing that had happened to me ever since I’d gotten to the castle. Of course she had the cleanest, silkiest and best smelling fur I ever washed. And I understood she was there to meet me in a way that didn’t give room to second guessing. The princess sat down at the edge of the pool, in case her mother needed help or wanted to say anything to me. That was the first time I saw the discreet tattoo right under her collar bone: a crescent moon like my pendant, wrapped in thin vines.

I cleared my throat and listened carefully just trying to ignore how much of a turn on it was to hear speak whatever language that was. "I hope you like your present… A special delivery just for you . I am sure you can see the beautiful tattoos all over my canvas…those took a lot of time to do so I really hope you appreciate the artistry. Those are not just tattoos but pieces of a puzzle that you must solve and follow for they shall lead you to well…it wouldn't be much fun if I tell you everything so figure it out on your own.