Reader Tattoo Novels & Stories

He was back within five minutes and I heard the whirr of the rotary gun as the artist started working on Milo. Almost an hour later Petr was done and I looked down at the tattoo now displayed on my chest. I handed my card to Petr and stood in front of the mirror as my finger grazed over the first name. I’d be healed by the time we reached the main road. “It looks good.” I turned towards Petr as he handed the card back to me and I typed in the pin. “You do great work. Thank you.” Petr only nodded his head at the compliment and I pulled my shirt and jacket back on.

Apprentice. Ryder’s eyes found mine first. Dark. Hungry. “You’re early,” he said. Voice like gravel dragged over silk. I didn’t answer. Just locked the door behind me, walked to the table, and climbed on. Pushed my skirt up. Spread my legs. The tattoo—*Unleashed*—was right there, black and bold above my swollen pussy. Already glistening. Already dripping.

She was looking dangerously beautiful and Ryder couldn’t stop drooling. Whlist, Ryder is dressed in a fine Dior suit. The suit jacket was off leaving him with his sleeves the first three bottoms where undone, showing a slight tattoo on his musclin chest. It was Kayla he had her face and name tattooed allover his body. Just to prove to her that he was madly in love with her.

The bitch is supporting his son and the others in doing this so he can go to hell for all I care. "The decorated one." Shade says nodding to the stencil in Rux's right hand. Mr. Rux beams and hands the stencil over to the tattoo artist. The bald man with a bushy beard is covered in tattoos and seems to in his fifties. He doesn't spare the chains around my wrist a glance as he grabs my forearm and twists it so that the underside of it faces upwards. All business, he shaves and cleans where the tattoo will be. He places the stencil so it begins right beneath the crease between my forearm and arm. I stay still. If this is going to happen then I at least don't want it to be a shitty tattoo. It'l

Rhode pulls up a rolling stool and positions it beside me. "It's going to be tattooed on your body in a few minutes, just tell me now" Rhode insists, his knee bouncing up and down. "Nope, it's a surprise" I tell him with a soft grin. Rhode 's bottom lip pouts out as I start to quickly wriggle my toes, now that I can see the device that's going to permanently mark my skin this all just became very real. "I love getting to use this" Tyler says with glee as he re-enters the room, tossing a small length of black fabric to Rhode as he does. "Some people want to see their partners reaction when the tattoo is done, so we blindfold them"

He holds his hands up and backs off. Lola pouts. “Being a girl suck sometimes.” Ryland strips down right in front of me. My gaze lingers on his bare chest. I swallow hard—he’s stunning. The tattoo etched on his stomach catches my eye, pulling my focus away from his sculpted body. It reads ‘Keep fighting.’ Words have never hit me quite as hard as those ones tattooed on his skin. I wonder why those words. What is the meaning behind them? I finally lift my head and look at his face.

However, Rayan was a lot stronger than her, which made her efforts to break free from him go in vain. “What about this tattoo? Are you going to say it's a coincidence too?” He chuckled without any humor as he pointed his index finger on the left side of her chest over the single black rose tattoo. Anthea clenched her teeth as she looked at him with blazing fire burning through her eyes. “So what? How does my tattoo concern you, Mr. Allen?” Anthea pushed his finger roughly from her chest as she took a step back from him. She completely forgot about her tattoo and how sharp this bastard’s brain worked.

He suddenly didn’t know what was worse—his dilemma or the fact that he was pushing Raeya away. Ryder was known for two things—his strength as the Roar and his ten-year long contract with Raeya. In Khenealm, you were defined by the marks tattooed on your body. One is your affiliation, a mark that has the symbol for the company that you work for. Another is your sigil partner’s emblem, something that will be embedded on your skin for life until the contract is done. It is where your personal emblem, a representation of your life will be on the palm of your partner.

She whimpered once, then gasped. Louder. Breathless. Ragged. I froze. The girl next to me shifted uncomfortably and asked the receptionist for water, pretending not to notice. But I couldn't stop listening. The tattooist's name floated to my memory like a secret: Rafe Mercer. He was the reason I chose this place. No I*******m. No website. No public bookings. Just rumours. He chose his clients. And once you went behind that door You came out marked in more ways than one.

And because this was Maya, Reid did as he was told. He was a tall muscular frame that over shadowed her in an instant. The top of her head fit snuggly under his chin. Her eyesight only seeing broad shoulders and a perfectly sculptured chest. On the right side of his chest a tattoo sat: Fall, Rise and Conquer. "I never noticed this before." she mumbled, tracing her fingers over the words. She looked and saw another tattoo close to where he had gotten shot - a rose whose petals fell and disintegrated into a flock of swallows. The more Maya looked the more tattoos she found on his body. She was up to twelve when she spoke again “You have so many and I never noticed them.” Touching and tracing