Smile Now Cry Later Tattoo Novels & Stories

He was completely hugging me from the back. Is he trying to give me mini heart attack? Damn... Can't he just wear his shirt? I felt sliding the T-shirt off my right shoulder, tracing the tattoo which consists of our ship name 'Arhik' over my shoulder. A permanent tattoo. ****** He looked at me with teary eyes. "It must've painful" he said tracing the tattoo with his thumb. "This pain is nothing when I thought of your smile and spark in your eyes. Can't I do it for the love of my life" I said honestly to which he smiled wholeheartedly with tears in his eyes.

My gaze met his piercing glare that looked pitiful. I was distracted by the increasingly intense movements of his jaw and Adam's apple. Satya looks even sexier from down here. Is that a new tattoo? Different from the dominance of animal images that filled his back, chest, and arms... the tattoo under Satya's right ear looked more like an arrangement of mathematical symbols in a vertical row. Not having time to think any further than that, Satya carried me upstairs as he slipped his now bitter tongue across my lips. Usually Satya's taste was so sweet, but why was it different now?

A familiar ache tightened my chest. But I refused to cry. Tears were a luxury I couldn't afford. I collected every shard and sealed them in a velvet pouch. The last of my illusions about Miles, now just broken pieces. The next morning, I walked into the best tattoo parlor in Chicago. "I need a cover-up," I told the artist, a man known for his dark, gothic style. He glanced at the small 'M' on my lower back. "Covering up a name?" "It was a mistake," I said, my voice flat. "I want a black phoenix. Rising from ashes."

“Fine, then. Let’s get them now.” An hour later, we were back in the cabin and Bobbie was excited to see how it looked. I got the words ‘Make it’ on the middle right of my ribs while she has the words ‘With you’ just below her left breast. We stood side by side in front of a mirror, our tattoos linked to make our song. The smile on my girl’s face was my undoing. I’m so in love with her, it hurts not to be around her anymore. ~~

“I have a surprise for you and it’s hiding under the panties.” Creighton’s eyes lit up as he reached for the elastic band, raising an eyebrow at her. Sandra’s blush deepened as she nodded, and he slowly pulled them off her body. His hands froze, looking at the hidden message, smiling at her brightly. Chang moved in to snap a few additional photos, while Creighton stared, speechlessly at her hairless body. In dark sapphire blue ink, just above the slit of her labia, CWA was tattooed across her pubic area, a pair of handcuffs connected the first and last letters. Creighton looked into her face with awe…she had branded herself as his, forever.

“You like them?” God, that smile. My knees actually shifted under the table. “Maybe,” I teased, though my voice wasn’t nearly as steady as I hoped. “They each mean something,” he said, rolling up his sleeve to show more. “This one" he tapped the wolf "is for loyalty. This one—" he pointed at a jagged line with fire etched into it "is for survival. "And this” He smirked, pulling the neckline of his shirt down slightly to reveal a tattoo near his collarbone. “is just for fun.”

Smith said and Diana scoffed and they both sat on rocks. " Whatever! I just want him to bind me with that spirit beast he has, I really love them and besides Smith i am noticing something's about you, What is that Mark on your back and your hand, I am really shocked right now " Diana asked and Smith smirked. " Well The tattoo at my back is what I don't really know, This tattoo on my hand is what they call the mark of Amargeedon, I am a seed of Armageddon and it is said that once a seed of Armageddon is marked... Then there is a great war approaching while the wolf tattoo on my back is what I was born with and I don't know what it signifies at all " Smith said taking of his Shirt and revealin

"We want matching tattoos." We settle on a design together. A crescent moon and a small wave. The moon represents the nights that saved us, the nights we stayed up talking, crying, planning. And the wave—well, that's us. Always rising, always crashing, but never breaking, the way we always came back to each other. "You sure about this?" Cassian asked as I settled into the chair first. "You're not going to chicken out, are you?" I glare at him. "I'm not a chicken. Let's do this."

Me staring at a naked guy for the second time in my damn life. My breath caught in my throat, trapped. I was trapped. My eyes completely rebelled against my brain's frantic commands to look the fuck away. Instead, they traced the dark, heavy ink of a tattoo etched across his upper shoulder blades. Three words, bold and unyielding: "Built Through Pain." The script wasn't flashy or arrogant. It felt heavy. It looked like a scar turned into art—a quiet testament to something survival-driven. A strange, unbidden ache blossomed in my chest just looking at it.

Gripping the reins time and again, he drove the cart with a crestfallen face that bloomed disappointment and not to forget a bit of frustration too. The tattoo vanishing all of a sudden wasn't a good sign. The right backhand of every Lycan whether it was Lycan Rogue or a sane Lycan always had this tattoo on it. Usually, it would look just like an ordinary tattoo but when the Lycan Power is exercised to protect oneself or others, or to attack someone, in such cases, the Lycan Powers inside the Lycan's body gets activated and that is when the tattoo would glow instantly. The tattoo also helps to kindle the energy that Lycans would need in such scenarios. In case the Lycans get injured, it's th