Storyline Tattoos Novels & Stories

I hadn’t done that in years. “Why do you do that?” he asked suddenly. “Do what?” “Talk about tattoos like they’re people.” “Because they are,” I said. “They breathe through the skin. They tell stories people can’t say out loud.” He looked down at the mark I was drawing. “And what do mine say?” I met his eyes. “That you don’t know how to let go, even when you want to.” He gave a small laugh, but it wasn’t mocking. “You read people, don’t you?”

he said, his voice dropping low, “You are treading on a very dangerous path right now.” The thrill of being near the fire, of being the one to elicit such a reaction from him, made me feel reckless. I pulled my hand away, a strange, nervous laugh escaping my lips. “Are they… is there any meaning to your tattoos?” I asked, attempting to sound casual, though my face felt flushed. “Yes,” he said, turning his body slightly so I could see more of the artwork on his chest and arms. “Every mark tells a story. Do you want to know about it?”

~ NATALIA ~ His tattoo was gorgeous for me to look away. It was like it was telling a story. “Do you like it that much?” Romeo chuckled, his chest bounced when he chuckled. He caught me checking out his tattoo. It was like I couldn’t admire his tattoo and I was never a shy-away- girl, “Yes. It’s beautiful and my thought was clouded with guesses of ‘what could be a story behind this tattoo.’”I told him honestly. I wouldn’t have told him that if we were at the packhouse cause he let me around me and we never really spent time so that our bond could get stronger.

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.

Sao nods vigorously in acceptance while the other three shake their heads for him to deny it. "I mean, from what I've heard , the tattoo swallows you or something .Anyway it's all just stories. 'Why and how ' would a tattoo swallow you. People like to tell useless stories. No one is even ever interested in the tattoo like you are so there is no one who has ever been swallowed by it. I don't even know why people would say that. I still insist on a dagger son. " "If no one has lived to tell the story of the tattoo it is good reason to walk away from it. " Winter reasons.

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.

"I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You." Noreen's head throbbed. She couldn't comprehend what Thiery was talking about at all. It was like he was speaking a language from another planet. Thiery touched Noreen's lips with his index finger, and she immediately shuddered again. When he kissed her lips, Noreen felt it again, a slow, stirring desire, awakening butterflies in her stomach.

he muttered. With swift hands, i unbottened his shirt, exposing his abs that just seemed to be something crafted from a fantasy book. My fingers trailed along his tatoos, it all seemed like one long pattern of shapes and numbers, all connected in a way to tell a story and I realized then that was what he intended to bring out, a story that made every other story small compared to this. "You have me," I muttered. He ripped what was left of my cloth, exposing my already perked nipples that stood under the cool night air. His eyes glowed in mischief, a testament to the fact that this was what he wanted, this and nothing else.

“For you, baby” Adonis winked at me before turning to the window again, giving me a glorious view of his back and that beautiful tattoo on his back was one to die for. “So what’s the story of your tattoo then?” I couldn’t help but ask him, “I have been meaning to ask you, why such a big dog or should I call it wolf?” “I have a really big and sad story my love, I will tell you In due time okay?” “Well” I also climbed out of bed, hugging him from behind,

The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and something else—his cologne, maybe. Rafe motioned for me to sit while he flipped open a sketchbook. His hands moved with easy precision, the veins on his forearms flexing as he drew. I tried not to stare but my eyes kept drifting. “So,” he said without looking up, “tell me about it.” “About what?” “The story behind this tattoo you’re definitely not sure about.” I smiled. “You’re assuming it’s a story worth telling.” “There’s always a story worth telling.” He glanced up, his dark eyes catching mine. “Even the ones people try to hide.”