Pride And Prejudice Tattoo Novels & Stories

They were in the middle of the Joshua Tree National Park and their favorite place to run free. Celeste’s eyes wandered over to the man with traditional black ink tattoos covering his body. When he came into his prime, the marks were placed around both biceps. By the time he was cast out of the pride, his arms and torso were completely covered. Slowly, he was covering the traditional marks of his Pride with tattoos that he chose. The marks that had traced his lineage back to the original pride of saber werecats, were now under roses and paw prints. Even the Marine Corps werewolf pack crest graced his upper left bicep.

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

She waved the tattoo gun at the camera, ink still dripping from the nozzle, her eyes full of provocation. "Guess what I gave her? An inverted 'Angel's Eye'! In the Corleone family, that is the brand of a rat." "You guys didn't see it. She's pushing thirty, still acting like some untouchable heiress. I drove that ink deep into her dermis. She’ll have to carry that shame for the rest of her life." The encrypted comment section was a carnival for her little lackeys: "Long live the Principessa!" "Nice work!"

Proud to be. I smirk slightly, looking down at his cock again, it makes my wrist look fucking small. My eyes blaze as I peel his boxers off and the sight in front of me makes me lick my lips. He’s perfectly groomed, the tip of his cock a smooth rounded tip and it’s shining with a few drops of precum. He has a tattoo just over his pubic bone, to the right side, a simple word but it looks so fucking hot. ‘Loyalty.’

What she said was still ringing in my head. He had a tattoo of a crest on his back and another of three spades on the skin at his lower back directly above his left butt cheek. I was never into bad boys. I didn't like their vibe or the energy around them. I could live with a bike or a small tattoo but not the ones Jane described or the piercing in his left nipple. I mean, who in their right mind pierces their nipple? I couldn't fathom how someone as sweet, good, and adorable as Nancy could have a grandkid like that.

I embrace Iris, in all my life, I could have never thought she would find her mate, since she always says she doesn’t need one, but looking at her now, smiling and blushing while she shows off her tattoo, I feel immense joy for her. “That’s lovely.” Enrique’s mother says next, she’s dressed in a green night robe that makes her eyes stand out. “You and Tyler both deserve this, you make Tyler so happy.” “I got a panther mark.” Chiara says, blushing. She shows us her mark and we all gush heartily, panthers mark usually involves a sleek, agile seductive couple. “Can someone please talk about Irene’s mark? We haven’t heard anything about it yet and it’s eating me.” Naya says and everyone’s eyes t

In that moment, I knew my love for Vanessa was not something to be hidden or suppressed—it was a force of nature, unstoppable and undeniable. I gazed upon the masterpiece now adorning my chest, my heart swelling with pride. Hunter’s chest bowed with pride because this is our mate tattooed to our chest forever and ever. She is mine.

Look at him believing what I said. "Aren't you hot now? I already drunk a lot. It's getting hotter.” He was taking off his polo shirt while I was just looking at his back until I could fully see the tattoo. Almost the same as the one who tried to kidnap Hades. The only difference is the part of their body where they put it. "You have a hot tattoo..." I said, stroking his back. "Of course, it is. It symbolizes power. With this, I can do everything," he said arrogantly so my eyebrows rose but I stroked them again.

Flipping it over, I saw a small card with the now familiar and stupidly elegant scrawl on it. Bribe #18 Mission: Bring a smile on your face. I love you. -your dashing prince I bit my lip, resisting the goofy grin that threatened to form on it. The stupid fool had made it his mission to shower me with stupidly cute gifts ever since Eva left, claiming to restart his bribes.

She moved toward me like a viper pretending to be a woman, her scent arriving before she did—something expensive, floral, something I loathed. She sidled up beside me, brushing her bare arm against mine like she owned the right. Her dress was red—because of course it was. Red like blood, red like sin. And the neckline? Plunging. Enough to spark a scandal in a room full of degenerates. But not with me. Not anymore. And yet there it was: the tattoo. A snake curled around a dagger, inked just beneath her collarbone like a curse. The same one that coiled across my own chest. Something she had gotten when she found out we were bethrothed and I had the same tattoo drawn at the same exact place.