Reader Tattoo Novels & Stories

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

My gaze is now directed to the large screen that hung in every corner of the arena to examine the details of her image. Her tattoo has strange details on it. "It's her." Raynel said next to me. I was too preoccupied with her to notice Raynel creeping up beside me. Isn't it obvious? "Stating the obvious, Orc?" “In case you didn't know.” He shot back. I brushed him off and returned to my seat. The metal door open and I didn't need to turn to see who it was. Raynel and Seth both took their seats back. Raynel whistled as he settled down. "Whew, she's hot."

“Since the tattoo is a surprise, can you at least tell me where you’ll do it?” “On the lower part of your back.” After a little while, he comes back to me and starts tattooing me. “For having a needle on my skin, I don’t feel any pain.” “That’s because I’m amazing.” After half an hour, he announces that he’s finished. “Already?” I ask, bewildered. James nods, a strange smile on his face. “Look at yourself in the mirror.” I do and am shocked. “James… Why is there a tattoo on my back of you and the nun from The Conjuring hugging each other?”

Leaving the house, he told me to lift the dress and sit directly on the leather seat of his car. A few minutes later he told me to masturbate while he drove. There was no chance of being seen, but it still felt kinky. When we pulled into the parking lot of a tattoo parlor, I got nervous. Neither of us had any tattoos and I was afraid he wanted me to get a tramp stamp. As it turned out, they also did piercings. There were two scruffy looking (think motorcycle stereotype) gentlemen who did the tattoos and a woman who did the piercings. She looked like she rode too. My Master brought me over to a display case and consulted with the woman on what would be best for my nipples. The woman suggested

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.