Precious Tattoos Novels & Stories

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

I grabbed Precious by the elbow and led her to my room. She helped me style my braids with pearl hairpins and lay my edges with hairgel. I ran red lipstick over my lips so it was the first thing anyone would notice. I wore the black dress and a denim jacket over it for modesty. My only jewellery was a gold choker I bought months ago when I sold Mum's wristwatch. I completed my look with black wedge sandals. "Is your puppet not coming?" Precious asked as she watched me dress. She found my stainless flask under my pillow and took a swig. I hated the fact that I would have to wipe her lipstick off the flask later.

Nyx squatted in front of Precious and smiled wildly, “it’s nice to meet you Precious. I’ve heard a lot about you.” “You have?” “I have. Famke can’t stop talking about you.” Nyx teased her, “I might be a little worried you’re stealing my best friend away from me. Do you think you could share her with me?” Precious nodded, “you can be my friend too.” She then leaned forward, “did that hurt?” “Which one?” Nyx pointed to the different piercings. “The one in your tongue.” “It hurt a lot,” she nodded. “Did your mommy get mad when you painted on your skin?” she looked at Nyx’s sleeve of tattoos.

Painful as it was, I endured silently. Almost done, I told myself. Almost over. The tattoo artist cleaned the area. I drew a deep breath. Then a waiter approached me. "Miss Catherine Clark?" "That's me. What is it?" He handed me a small bag. Inside was a blue satin box delicate and glimmering. I opened it carefully. A diamond shaped ring, small but sparkling under the lights. Rebecca's eyes widened. "That's by the designer S. Worth millions!" I turned the ring slowly in my fingers, appreciating the artistry. It reminded me of the rare pieces I had read about—like the legendary sapphire heart.

“Well, I was just curious. Nice tattoo you’ve got there, though.” “It’s not a tattoo, dummy.” She wrinkled her nose. “How do I explain this? Well… it’s a birthmark from the Moon Goddess herself. A sign of a great relationship, and the presence of a gift from the Lords above. Rare, mum told me.” Azzez had stared at it a second longer, committing every curve and shade to memory, before promising quietly, “I won’t tell a soul.” The promise still echoed in his head as the memory shattered.

I couldn't take my eyes off my treasure. I made my way to the cupboard where I swiftly grabbed an item I'd been anticipating using for the past seven weeks! It's a pure platinum collar necklace with a large, rare fire opal pendant. Delicate to the eye, yet thick enough not for her to be able to break it so easily. I had a GPS tracking chip nestled in the metal side of the pendant.

Corenlius nodded with a thoughtful expression, just as Thomas exclaimed, “Is he crazy to have a pearl embedded in his hand?” Mira’s voice was low and muffled, almost trembling, “How can you be sure there is no one else with the same tattoo?” Her wide eyes mirrored the confusion gnawing at her. Leal’s jaw tightened. “Because Taro told me that Danoz said that pearl was shining green, like the serpent’s eye and …” He paused, letting the weight of the words sink in. Then his voice hardened. “I have been searching high and low, within and beyond the East Kingdom, and no one else bears the exact same tattoo. And I also know where the five other heavenly night pearls are.”

“An engagement wouldn’t just be this. I’ll have a full bridal procession.” “Hm.” Amelia didn’t hear the rest of his words. She liked the color of the pendant, and such pure purple jade was rare. Purple symbolizes prosperity, and it had a good meaning. “I won’t take this for free. How much is it? I’ll transfer the money to you.” Carl frowned slightly, his tone now flat and cool. “You’ve given me so much medicinal candy, which is made from premium wild ginseng. You never charged me for it, and now you want to treat me like a stranger?”

“I don’t understand” Hector squats in front of Loyalty and takes the ring from her hand. “Amory, it means because a love like ours is just as rare. Titanium is a virtually indestructible metal once it’s set, while blue diamonds are the rarest diamonds to find, and so are pink sapphires”, he explains to her. “Oh”, she says quietly as she takes the ring back from him and begins crying in Nina’s arms again.

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."