Reader Tattoo Novels & Stories

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

I have no choice left, then. "I want it done as soon as possible." Ray said after sipping on her tea. Her red hair annoys me. Her tattooes are ugly as fuck, it's so messy to look at. Where did he tattoo them? The manufacturer does not seem to be licensed. I did tattoos on some girls before and that's far from him because I'm much better. Even her piercings doesn't suit her. It's even better to look at Sage's brother because his face is small even though he's rude.

The only reason I stand where I do is because of the blood I have spilt and the countless hours I have spent training with rogues. Fortunately, the priest enters the ceremonial room, and everyone takes their place. I lie down and close my eyes. This isn't my first marking, so I know what to expect. I let my mind wander to my happy place, which always helps with the pain. I listen as the man gets closer and sets down his tools. His every move sounds far too loud. The priest dips the needles in ink and clears his throat. "Enya, please bare your ribs," he asks. At least he's polite, unlike some. I follow his words and force up my shirt to reveal the row of tattoos he's left on my ribs over the

I look at his sister, Riley, with evidence of doodles up and down her arms. I wrap my hand around my mouth to stop myself from cursing and laughing all at the same time. Raina doesn’t do tattoos, but she loves drawing them, especially for the marketing campaigns she puts together for tattoo shops across the tri-state area. She’s become a marketing guru and loves it. I let out a sigh, scooping down to pick Reagan up from his chair. “Hey bud, it’s not nice to use Mommy’s things without asking, right?” “But, Dadda, Ryeee says she want a tattoo. Look I make it pretty like Mommy,” he says pointing to his sister’s doodles. It looks like a Picasso painting crawling up her arm.

An hour before the SATs, our homeroom teacher suddenly had a medical emergency. Before he was rushed away, he handed the folder containing everyone's admission slips to Leo Jordan—the notorious, pretty-boy troublemaker at school. Thirty minutes before check-in closed, he still hadn't shown up. By then, the rest of us were standing outside the exam center, completely freaking out. Without that folder, none of us could get in. I rang his phone until he finally picked up. I begged him to hurry and bring the folder over. Everyone was still waiting for him outside the exam center, after all. He scoffed on the other end. "Just because you're at the top of the class doesn't mean you get to boss

Her eyes were so deep and beautiful that I just wanted to drown in them. One day Rasiya and I were having lunch at the cafeteria, Naina and Puneet were there as well. Suddenly my eyes fell on Naina's leg. Near her ankle, there was a tattoo. It was a star, moon, and sun tattoo near her ankle. It was very unique. I have never seen this type of tattoo in my life.

****** “Okay, we’re home. What’s the surprise?” Jackson takes my hand and walks me to the bedroom. There is a massage table set up with another table beside it full of what looks like tattooing items, including a tattoo gun and ink. I feel the dread in my stomach. I only have one tattoo—a snake, my father’s brand. The experience turned me off so much that I never want to step into a shop and experience the gun buzzing in my ear or gliding down my skin ever again.

He was alone this time. "I know you must be wondering how your tattoo disappeared all of a sudden. I remember I told you it's not just a tattoo, it's a magical one. It can hear, see and talk when angry. And I also remember I told you I won't let any harm come to you but it's like you never trusted me. I saw how your mom was heartbroken after seeing your tattoo and then guessed she might tell your dad about it and bring trouble to you. You are my best friend, protecting you is my pleasure. So now wake up and have a physical look at me. Find me in your washroom if you really want to see me."

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.