Novel & Cerita Taint Tattoos

“Have you thought about getting a piercing? I see you with your nose pierced.” I smiled and shook my head, “No way. I would never.” “Oh, come on, I’m going for a new tattoo in a few weeks. Why don’t you join me?” He asked. “A tattoo parlor? I’ve never been to one before, but I don’t see myself getting a piercing or a tattoo.” I said and shook my head. “You can’t convince me of that.” “Okay, tattoos hurt and they don’t come off. They are permanent and you have to see them for the rest of your life.” He tells me and pointed a finger at me like he’s warning a small child. “Maybe you shouldn’t get one.”

The click of the seatbelt seems to seal me into his control. He slams the door shut with a deafening clap, his powerful frame filling the car as he starts the engine. My eyes are drawn to the intricate symbol tattoos adorning his bulging muscles, and I cannot help but feel both intimidated and mesmerised by them as they start to writhe and twist, moving across his skin as if alive. “Why do your tattoos move?” I whisper, my face unconsciously inching closer to his. His dark eyes meet mine, sending a shiver down my spine. “They’re ruins,” he answers gravely. “Tobin cast them to ward off dark magic.” I can’t tear my gaze away from the pulsating marks on his skin. “But why do they move?” I wonde

I confess. As we walk to the cashier, I'm glad to notice that here is no existing line, because that is literally all I need right now to push me closer to the verge of an upcoming mental breakdown. "Hello, I'm Stacey, what can I get for you today?" The cashier asks, taking our order. She has the brightest smile that is quite ironic for her appearance. Stacey's appearance is one that society would label as a goth. She has lip-, nose- and ear piercings, bright red hair, black eyeliner, finished off with a black matte lip. Her tattoos can be seen poking out from under the neckline of her shirt. Society has boxed people like her into a category that makes us believe that she would be mean, unca

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

“So do you have the tattoos?” I can’t help from running my eyes over his chest. I’m not sure why I’m disappointed when he shakes his head. “I have many tattoos but they are all hidden. I need to maintain the bland businessman portrayal. They are also not in the old style of your body being your testimony of deeds. My father would not allow it—too easy for the Feds to take note, then try and pin crimes to us. So I have a lion of our name, the same as my brothers. As well as several I like.” A small, wicked smile. “I was surprised to find your tattoo. Although I guess I should not have been.”

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.”

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

Les stands next to me with a slight grin, looking around the waiting area. “Gunpowder?” I sniff the air. It smells like astringent and cleaning supplies. Maybe she didn’t wash her hands well enough after firearm practice this morning. “You know, Tessa never let us get tattoos, except the rose and dagger.” Les holds her hands behind her back with a relaxed posture. “Even then, it had to be hidden under our clothes. She said it would make it easier to identify us. Especially Interpol and the FBI.” “And now?” I lean against the counter and look up at her. “You’re not worried about being identified?”

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She lifted her head off Jane's shoulder and looked into her eyes squarely. Jane chose her words carefully. "This is not time for pity party. Whoever did this is not humane. He has your videos. Your sex videos and tapes. Do you think it has ended because you paid him some dollars already? It isn't over. He will continue to blackmail you with the recordings. Do you not get it?" Sandra shuddered and coiled away from Jane. She returned to her corner of the bed and hugged herself. Jane made her way to her but she held her hand out to stop her. "Do not come near me," she muttered.