Precious Tattoos Novels & Stories

The Training Center looms in front of us, and an excited chill runs through me. Before I can get out of the car, Jace grips my arm, “One moment, Precious. I have something for you.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a long thin box. I take it from his hand and open it. A gasp bursts free when I see the black leather collar, with a soft inner lining of red faux fur for comfort. There are small loops around it so he can attach me to whatever he wants. Another heart dangles in the front, only it doesn’t have a lock on it, instead, it has the name Precious engraved on the front of the heart, and on the back it, has Owned by Master Jace engraved on it. I can’t keep the smile off my fa

Just like me, I had always longed for my mate on every Blood moon day but I always ended up not meeting her until the goddess finally brought her to our pack. "Sigh.... Look man, check this out. These could be a list of souvenirs that we could actually get for our families. What do you think?" He showed me a list of items on his phone that I thought were actually very cool. There were lots of dresses and men's clothes that I thought would look good on my brothers. There were customized necklaces as well and a pleasant smile made its way to my lips when the thought about customizing my mate's name came to mind. I was going to customize necklaces for everyone using their names but for Precious

He'd lingered a long time, standing under the hot spray before using every towel to dry off and then dressing in fresh clothes. Confident he’d confused any pursuing authorities into thinking he still intended to make his way north into Canada, Johansen nevertheless purchased additional food, if one could call it that, he thought, and water at a ridiculous markup, another change of clothes and, in an inspired moment of creativity, a multi-color package of sharpie markers and a Skin Deep tattoo magazine featuring what would otherwise have been a lovely young woman not dissimilar in features and build to Teri, and boasting more than one thousand tattoo patterns inside.

How dare he? The third post was a collage from Valentine's Day—a snapshot of a four-digit bank transfer, a Cartier bracelet, a private hot spring sprinkled with rose petals, a glass of red wine with lipstick marks on the rim, a bikini that had been torn to shreds, an outstanding view of a fireworks show from a floor-to-ceiling window, and last but not least, the bare back of a man smoking a cigarette. There, tattooed across the man's waist, were the initials "JL".

Here is the beginning of me, you, and our beloved child Here is the beginning of a new round of great love for you my princess I promise I will never abandon you I promise I will never make you sad I swear that I love you more than anything or anyone in this wide world And that I will keep my little family with love until the day I lose my soul in it Telling you that you are the only ones who fill my eyes, and who make me love the days I live more It's bad to make me so real..too bad. In the end, they realized the reason why tattoos did not appear from the beginning is that they cannot transform.. their tattoos will appear if they are tattooed just like omega wolves

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.

--- **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.”

"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"

“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.

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.