Precious Tattoos Novels & Stories

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

He stood up and walked to where he's car was, he entered the car as he started the engines and zoomed off. ___________________ Precious came out of the bathroom putting on a red t-shirt and a blue jean, she walked to where her luggages were kept in the ground and opened it. She sight,"Where am i gonna get it now?",Precious asked herself and began to search her bag. She dipped her hand into her bag and brought out a red lipstick.

I pointed out. "My most rarest and treasured tattoos are both your name and eye on my body Bella. It's a significant gesture and one that I think your valuable enough to receive. It also let woman signify that I belong to someone special." Kristrin paused before continuing. "Consider it something of a warning. Having you tattooed on my body is the least princess. You and I will never be separated again and I can vouch on that." Kristrin pressed his lips to my hair. I smiled hearing his words. I was somewhat infatuated with his tattoos with his tattoos these days, I thought it made him look even hotter.

Nevertheless, Sydney had found a way of making her own clean and legitimate money as a renowned and famous model, one of the best and wealthiest as well. She is characterized by the numerous tattoos which covered her arms and back and is often seen adorned with expensive jewelry. She also had a handful of piercings on her face as well; she had one the size of a ring on her nose and a smaller one by the side. She had two on each side of her eyes, one by the side of her lips and about four on each of her ears. There was one of her navel and on her tongue, God knows how she swallows. She loved tattoos and piercings and she took it to a whole other level, she often tells Katniss of her life long

Deeply aware that all eyes were on us, I handed over the tiny pot, cringing as he removed a large glob, the frugalness in me rejecting the excess. “You aren’t aware of the chests of silver my father has buried in various locations about his territory,” he continued. “Trust me, he cares more about you being able to use your hand than paying for pots of poultice.” Frugality was inherent in my character, yet in this, he had a point. Extending my arm, I waited for him to place the glob of poultice on my palm. Instead, Tristan took hold of my hand and spread the ointment over the twisted tattoo on my right palm. I tensed, self-conscious about him touching the scars despite his assurances that th

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

I replied softly, my fingers tracing the intricate lines of his hand tattoos. As my fingertips glided over the designs etched into his skin, I couldn't help but marvel at their uniqueness. His tattoos are very peculiar. Unlike the tattoos sported by his friends, Ace's ink seemed to tell a story of its own, each symbol and pattern holding a mysterious allure. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation as I felt his hand sliding inside my panties, his touch warm and comforting. His hand lingered just there. "Ace," I murmured, my fingers trailing lightly over his chest.

******* EPILOGUE Six Years Later… Araheen finished the last flourish of a script tattoo across a man’s forearm, the words MY LIFE IS PRECIOUS flowing in elegant black ink. Beside it was the image of a woman based on a sketch the client himself had drawn. She bore a striking resemblance to a sylph, though Araheen did not think much of it. Satisfied with her work, she switched off the tattoo machine and set her tools aside. “It’s done, sir,” she said. “I hope you like it.”

Its luminous glow seemed to pierce the darkness, a beacon of power that marked her as a force to be reckoned with in the untamed expanse of the forest. But even as Emma's physical form underwent its metamorphosis, a more subtle transformation was occurring beneath the surface. Across her back, a mighty tattoo materialized—its intricate design reminiscent of a pizza with two slices missing. From her shoulders to her waist, the tattoo sprawled like a map of the cosmos, each line and curve imbued with the arcane wisdom and symbols. Prescott, a silent witness to her transformation, stood in awe as he beheld the majesty of her new form. With eyes aglow with reverence, he watched as she broke the

"This is mine. Don't even think about it." "Who wants that dead thing?" Handsome curled its lips and said. Although it said so, its saliva flowed down its chin. It quickly wiped its chin with hooves and said to Caspian, "Why are you so generous today? It was no exaggeration to say that the pill furnace was one of the most precious treasures of the Green Paradise Sect. You actually gave it to someone else? "You are so generous. You don't look like you anymore." Or have you been possessed again?"