Small Nightmare Before Christmas Tattoos Novels & Stories

‘’Yes,’’ I answered sheepishly. Apart from his beautiful features, I get to admire some ink of his that are visibly available for my eyes. There was this one quote that caught my attention though, it’s written in Cyrillic script. ‘Life is nothing more than a nightmare, but death, the longing sleep dreams of life.’ The letters are in cursive writing tattooed on his neck, barely noticeable because it was being toppled over by a few stronger marks. A tail of a dragon was creatively cloaking the script, I’ve seen that dragon ink once, in that bathroom incident. I averted my gaze from him as soon as I realized I was staring too long. Scolding myself for being stupid. I shouldn’t be admiring him.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

“You may not be the same boy I fell in love with all those years ago, but some things never change. So—what do you want, Jordan?” He exhaled slowly, the tension leaving his shoulders as if he’d been bracing for this moment all night. His hands fell to his sides, fingers curling slightly as he gathered his courage. “I know we talked about doing a movie night,” he began carefully, choosing his words with obvious effort. “And I was hoping… since tomorrow is Christmas Eve… maybe we could do it then?” He swallowed, nerves threading through his voice. “That way, I’d get to wake up with you both on Christmas morning.”

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.

“Bunch of obnoxious, inhumanly attractive, muscled up cavemen.” Seriously, Knight looked like some kind of Playboy fallen angel with his sculpted ass and body stacked with hard muscle. I scanned his numerous tattoos. There was a pack of hungry wolves on one of his arms, surrounded by trees and vines full of thorns. Across his chest was the night sky and aurora borealis, and wrapping around his stomach were wisps of smoke, or shadow, that trailed upwards until they blended into the darker ink.

he quickly got dressed and left. Plan 1 achieved. I know he will be back in an hour... I want to surprise him. I quickly prepared the food , I decorated the room. I put the food on the table close to the bed. I lit the candle ,put some roses on the bed,then went to have my bath. I was expecting him in an hour. I scrubbed my body like it would be my last bath. I applied an in intimate wash. I washed my hair and applied some body spray.

The sleeve of his T-shirt lifted, revealing a brightly colored tattoo on his biceps. “When’d you get that?” She pointed at the tat. He glanced down. “Last year.” “What is it?” “One of the four horseman of the apocalypse.” “Can I see it?” “Sure.” Colt rolled his sleeve to the top of his shoulder. “Whoa. That’s gorgeous. India did that?” “Yeah. She’s good, ain’t she?” Chassie squinted at the flames that swirled around the horse’s hooves. “Yep, although it don’t seem like something you’d pick, cuz.”

Slowly the pain ebbed away and my neck felt numb with the occasional stinging. “Hazel? There is something on your neck?” Lorena stopped dabbing the wound and I felt my neck. The burn was gone but I couldn’t feel anything. Everyone was staring at me now and Cassie handed me a mirror from he purse. On my neck, was a freshly done tattoo, of a blood red eye next to a black crescent moon, intricately designed, with every detail standing out. I rubbed at it but it didn’t come off. Maybe the ritual did work.

All hesitation stalled at the desire to see the ink he hid behind Versace. I moved closer until I stood beside the king-size bed. His face was turned from me, his breaths steady. The entirety of his back was covered with tattoos, from Russian letters spread across his shoulder blades, to a tiger, and a devil with wings and horns. It was strange to see this man at his most vulnerable. Did he dream? And if he did, was it filled with blood and murder? We might not see each other ever again shortly, but a part of me hoped I’d leave himto dreamof yellow.

"We’ll make better ones than this. I promise." She smiled against my chest, her breathing slowing down as she drifted off. "Promise?" "Always," I whispered into the dark. ✧✧✧ Astrella stirred. Her hand, small and mischievous, slid down my bare chest, nails grazing my skin in lazy circles. "Dax," she whispered, her voice husky with that playful edge that always got my blood pumping. She propped herself up on one elbow, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulder like a midnight waterfall, framing those full tits barely contained by the thin lace of her red satin nightie, the one she'd accidentally left out as her unwrapping gift for me later. Her eyes sparkled with naughty intent, lips cur