Smile Now Cry Later Tattoo Novels & Stories

He thought again, "sinuous, dangerous and supremely sexual." One tattoo in particular was prominent and drew the eye; it was a bright red "slut stamp" very low on her lower back that was repeated low on her belly, just above the pubic mound. It said, in both locations, "Candy Slut to Paulo Zero." The words of the tattoo were in a pre-Columbian language that Barnes would never have a hint of. In addition, like a Bay area poster from the psychedelic era the tat's lettering was very stylized, even if it was in English it would be near impossible to read. Some English word fragments were visible in the edging and lines of the distorted shapes. Incorporated into the tat were sexual images and tri

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.

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

" Axel said with a smile. This was the first time she had seen him smile. This was the first she saw his genuine smile. She was amazed at how dashing he looked. She noticed the tattoos he had for the second time, the first time she did was during their first session but she doesn't remember any of that anymore. She smiled when he smiled too. "Your tattoos? Do they have special meanings?" Jasmine asked as they walked together. "Oh yes, they signify my pain and my hardship. That's on the private side too but still they mean a lot to me." Axel said plainly and that was it.

"No tattoo artist and my wolf's mark proves you're ours, Love." Bianca flinched slightly before letting out a deep sigh. She puffed up her cheeks with air before releasing it with a loud "pfffffff." "So the bite you were talking about is healing into a magical tattoo?" "Yes," he replied. Bianca groaned as she turned back to the mirror. "I feel like a cow that belongs to a herd! How long before it disappears?" A growl of rage ricocheted against the marbled walls of the bathroom. "It won't disappear. You accepted our mark last night, and you said yes. You're ours, Love."

The well of my tears had tried up. "Let me go?" I yelled in pain as I struggled to free myself. He stood up and stared at me again, his thick lips parted as as he smiled wryly. "Yes... You made it! That tattoo defines you. It will kill you next time you make a fucking move!" He threatened.

I had big boobs and well shaped body, I used to be the hottest girl in my college days until life hit hard. “Hi Angel” I heard a familiar voice just as the last shift was almost done. “Good evening tattooed strang…. Urh sir” i almost screwed my self “What’s was that?” He asked amused “Oh well nothing, I just mistook you for someone else” I lied “What do I serve you?” I asked with a fake smile. I didn’t forget what he did last night but girl gotta do her job right? “A girl as sexy as you will do” he replied with a sexy smirk

he teased and I sighed. "Sadly, I do." "I got a new tattoo, wanna see?" He pulled his shirt over his head. I saw 'Ryder' written in calligraphy on his upper back. "Wow, it's so nice." "I know right? You should get one." "I told you and I'll keep telling you that I don't want anything except for piercings on my skin." "Okay,as your lordship pleases." "What should we try today?" "Hmmmm, let's blend pizza and hotdogs together to make a juice."

I can feel the smirk on his face pressing into my jaw. He had my back facing the mirror and I turn my head, my face smushed into his, cheek to cheek. I see a big ass bite mark on my back! It went from shoulder to shoulder and dips down in between my shoulder blades, like the bottom half of a circle. There was a big dark green toothprint on my right shoulder with three smaller tooth marks and some type of lavender angel figure in the middle? I'm not sure, followed by three small black marks and a large black toothprint on my left shoulder. It looks like a tricolor tattoo of a beastly bite mark and I kinda like it. It looks as if it's healing.