Risk Taker Tattoo Novels & Stories

I bow my head, pretend to focus on the screen. "You were staring," he says in a low, amused voice. He leans against my desk, arms crossed, towering over me. "My tattoos interest you?" I shake my head, too quickly. "No, I… it's nothing." He chuckles softly. "Liar." He pulls up the left sleeve of his t‑shirt, revealing more of the raven and other symbols: a miniature cathedral, eight‑pointed stars, Cyrillic numbers. "Every design has a story. The raven… it's for memory. For those we've lost, but never forget. The stars are rank. The cathedral… the faith you keep even when everything else goes to hell."

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 am suspicious of this guy, anyone who possess that tattoo in my sense are really terrible, I possess that tattoo and fuck, I know I am a terrible person , eating with this guy means I am taking a risk. “Check it out.” He sneered, “I don’t bite.” I gave him a doubtful look, before taking the photo. My face pales as I stare at the photo. Anger filled me and I banged the table loudly. “Where did you get this photo?!” He rears back, a smirk running across his face. “That's your girl, Astrid?” “Answer me!” I roar angrily, Rochan growls in anger. “Before you go snapping me into two, I just wanted you to know that I am helping you, but they aren’t....”

When they rode down from the shockwave sweet delirium of their pleasure, Aiden picked up the tattoo machine sitting idly in the table before them and waved it in front of Kate. Smiling she said. “I want it drawn here.” Aiden dragged his eyes down to what Kate was gesturing for him to see. Kate flipped her Tshirt up, baring her stomach for him to see. She knew other pornstars had their Brazzers emblem drawn on parts of their skin where people can easily spot them but she doesn’t want it. For the sake of her father and Tiffany and her son, Gabby.

Tonight, Project BLACK EAGLE will fly, as I drink and smoke my way into DeBrassy's inner circle. Rolling my shoulders, I open my jacket, unbuttoning my collar to show off some of the tattoos I got when I was young and stupid. "Hazardous" is an identity I created as a teen to irritate my parents. I was such a spoiled little rich kid who was so desperate for love that I didn't care where it came from.

“Two long tears. Both eyes.” The tattooist looked up from his tools, his expression grim. “You realize what you’re asking for? This isn’t just any tattoo. It marks you as part of a violent group. Step into River, and you’ll be arrested on sight. Worse, your soul will be bound to hers. If she dies, especially by your hand, your soul shatters into fragments. You’ll be left a husk—a mindless, broken shell. Are you sure about this?” In the corner, Argent leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, her silver braids reflecting the dim light as she formed a heart with her hands.

“That’s insane.” “Sometimes,” Martin said, “the boss refuses the finger.” Kai turned slowly. “Why?” “Because he wants something worse.” The light turned green. Martin drove on. “Tattoos,” he continued. “Those full-body ones? They’re not decoration. They’re a contract. Done by hand. Takes years. Agony every session.” Kai thought of Jaden’s wrist. The way the ink vanished under his sleeve like a secret. “In some circles,” Martin said, “tattoos are forced. Ownership. Or they mark traitors before they disappear. You strip someone just to read what they’ve done in ink.”

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

I asked “Oh Yes! The one I wish I could have but getting a Tattoo is pretty Painful. But yeah, that Tattoo looks so mad fine on you. Do you know that people are talking about how good the Tattoo looked on you from the picture taken at ShawnLama’s unveiling? Of course, some people thought otherwise but who fucking cares? Fuck the trolls, I say that Tattoo is fire! And please remind me to give my child a tattoo when I birth one? If it’s a girl it would be a butterfly tattoo and if it’s a guy it would be a dragon tattoo. Some Dope ass kids I would have, don’t you think?” Betty rambled and I just chuckled, I missed this girl’s unending talks. “Yeah, I think so “

Stone instructed Jacob. Jacob rolled up his shirt sleeve and revealed a tattoo of a roaring black bear on the inside of his arm, with the word "Black" beneath it. "You want me to get a tattoo like that?" May asked with widening eyes. "Yes," Stone replied. "Everyone who sees it will know that you belong to me and are protected by me. To harm someone with this bear tattoo means they're not respecting me. Not many people dare to do that in this town. This tattoo will protect you, May."