Queen Of Spades Tattoos Novels & Stories

“Said it suits me better.” I stepped back, my breath uneven. The room felt smaller. “And this,” she added, turning her back to me. There, across her skin, was a small tattoo. A mark of his wolf—his crest. My chest tightened. I didn’t need to see his back to know the mark would be there too. Matching. Permanent. Something inside me cracked. Reuben reached for me. “Queeneth, please, listen. It’s not like that. I was going to tell you—”

She spat. “Jackie, I am not mad. Just…” I sighed running my hand through my hair. She hissed, returning to the bed. A serpent tattoo was drawn on her back, right in the middle where the back line lay. She just got that. She was obsessed with tattoo, and Jackie never feels pain during the process which was rare in women. Jackie could be scary if she wanted to. “Fine, dad was talking about retiring and shit. I think he wants us to get married soon so he could hand over the empire to you.” She paused, not staring back at me.

The paw tattoo on his left breast seemed to glow when he finally said his vows, adding nothing short of perfection to the whole thing. It was done. It was finally over, and I saw Derek sigh deeply with his eyes momentarily closing and then opening like he was just filled with energy, an energy that could only come from the moon goddess, a gift to the Alpha King. He suddenly looked my way, and I smiled back, hoping he saw me, hoping he wasn't just looking randomly into the crowd. “Layla Moonshiner!” He suddenly called with a voice that was hardly his. A very deep and authoritative voice filled with so much power. The way he suddenly called my name made my heart suddenly jump, and my wolf answ

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 washed and brushed the queen in no hurry, because I noticed that slower moves helped her relax. And when she lay on her side, I found out she liked it when I scratched her back leg with my fingertips. The princess chuckled when the queen closed her eyes and stretched in the pool. “How can you tell what we like?” she asked, curious.

“But if he is your mate, why have you accepted each other now? Since I presume that, if you are, you knew it from the time Eric was in the royal pack.” I sigh at his disturbing questions, continually reminding myself that this was who Adair was. An inquisitor. I told him. “That’s a story for another time, Adair. Take comfort in knowing that both are my mates. You already know Eric, but let me introduce you to Isabella.” Without thinking, Adair extends his hand to shake it. Isabella reciprocates politely. He automatically turns her hand and looks at her tattoo. “What does this mean?” Isabella, uncomfortable by his grip, breaks free from his grip and goes back to hugging Eric. I calmly reply,

“Forgive me, my Queen. I never got the chance to introduce myself to you earlier on.” Daphnée nodded her head and walked around it to Dante and pushed him out of the way. She pulled open one drawer and took out the pink box of truffles. Closing the drawer, she walked back to the chairs and sat down. She handed Raffael one of them and said, “Go help your partner. I want to be alone with my husband.” After he left with a bitter expression on his face, Dante said, “I see you are playing your role well.”

He asked and Nate just nodded his head, lowering his eyes as they landed on Spade's perfect body, his breath hitched up, the man was completely shirtless, his toned chest shone under Nate's dim room light, the man was definitely and completely ripped, satisfying Nate's imagination of how his body looked. There were a few chest hairs scattered on Spade's chest, the necklace Nate always caught a glimpse of, was laying lazily on his chest, it was a gold piece, he didn't need to ask to know it was an actual gold chain. There was a tattoo on Spade's arm, the same one Nate never had a chance to fully see, but now he was seeing the whole thing, he wanted to run his hands through the tattoo ad trace

" Mana smirked as it was the same smirk like Zackarya-it was wolfish. "From now on you Zackarya Hall the king of Dark Spades will not be allowed to see your Queen since you are so deeply in love with her." She added and both of our eyes widened. Even if we didn't love each other bur still we used to see each other once or twice in a day.

“Thanion, Lord of the Underworld, Master of Shadows, Keeper of—” “Get to the point, Zeus.” Thanion’s voice cut through the air like a blade, his patience visibly wearing thin. Zeus chuckled again, unperturbed, and gestured around the room. “You know, for someone who claims to hate their title, you’ve certainly embraced the aesthetic. The torches, the black marble, the... ambiance.” He waved a hand toward the spectral woman, who rolled her eyes and vanished into a puff of smoke, leaving the faint scent of lilies in her wake.

“So? What’ll it be, Selene? Show your cards? Or let me help you win the videos back?” I leaned back, smiling faintly. “I don’t need a stupid bitch to help me.” The gasps around the room were immediate. The dealer moved toward me, his gloved hands revealing four of my cards—hearts ten, jack, queen, king. Matching Elara’s. The room buzzed. “What the hell? The same hand?” “Is this some kind of joke? A tie?” Even Elara’s face slipped. She glanced at Thorne again, uncertain. “No worries,” he said quickly, too quickly. “We’ll just go another round.”