Taint Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

A voice said. I looked up and saw someone with the same dark handsome look as Nicholas, however this particular person looked like a complete rebel. He was dressed in an expensive looking leather jacket and tight black jeans. He had this mischievous look in his eyes and a crooked smile. His hair was deep black and he had a tattoo from his bare neck down his neck line. He had rings on practically every finger and a necklace with a skull pendant. He was muscular and looked good, like he was concerned with his looks, however it didn't look like he was on good terms with Nicholas.

It wasn't really a tattoo, but more of a body charm that had been created with spells. I had absolutely no idea whether the tattoo would hurt me as much as a normal tattoo would hurt normal humans. I had heard so many horrible stories of tattoos becoming infected that it was the one thing that I had never considered doing. Piercings I could handle easily because they looked awesome, but tattoos? They were permanent body images that would never fade away. They were something that would stick with me for the rest of my life unless I decided to get laser surgery or something to remove them.

I needed something more permanent to claim him as mine, something that he would see and remind him of me every single day. Suddenly, a crazy thought came to me as I sat up looking at him. I decided to put a tattoo on him. Not some painful branding with fire, but a sensual marking. Something I could put on his skin myself, slowly and intimate, while keeping him hard and leaking for me. I had a special semi permanent tattoo ink in the drawer which was perfect. It was dark, waterproof, and designed to last for weeks, maybe months if he didn’t scrub it hard and that’s long enough to remind him constantly who he belonged to.

He stood tense, his dark eyes burned with something close to fury, his jaw clenched so tightly I swore I heard his teeth grind. “He’s made a pact,” Khalid said, his voice tight, barely contained. “His tattoos are enchanted. They make him immune to telepathic interrogation. And while he feels the pain, he’s holding out. Whoever gave him those sigils knew exactly what they were doing.” My gaze scanned Benton’s body, lingering on the dark, intricate tattoos that stretched across his arms and chest. Runes were woven into his flesh like armor, glowing faintly under the dim light. A witch? A demon? The fucker had sold himself for an advantage.

“And a sea eagle. Your totem animal? Your mother saw a sea eagle when she did you feel for the first time that you were moving in your womb? Another nod. “Yes, I got the tattoos when I was fifteen, getting in touch with my roots. “Hmm. You were too young to make a decision like that. I bet you asked permission from your parents. Absentmindedly, she pulled the sleeping mask off her head and ran her fingers through her hair. - No. They fought a lot and said that I was an idiot and that I would regret this until the end of life. "And did you regret it?" Damien shook his head firmly in denial. He wasn't a guy who talked with spirits the way its protagonist Kalti did, but those tattoos had faded.

By the end, he lay collapsed on the floor, his body covered in grotesque red markings. I looked down at him, my tone calm and detached. "Oh, I forgot to mention. This tattoo ink is specially made. It won't fade. It'll stay with you for the rest of your life." I tilted my head slightly, almost amused. "I was just joking around with you, Mr. Payne… You're not upset, are you?"

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.

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.

Roshan was trembling in fear of arohi never in his dreams he had expected this. "You send these bangles to Arohi with this note," Rachna asked him directly as she understood this boy is fattu. ( coward) Roshan asked for the note he read and then said ' I didn't send this. I am not running, I mean my pet name is pink, not ronn. As far as these bangles are concerned, yes it's true that I belong to a jeweller's family but they are such miserly suckers that they will kill me but never allow me to give something like this."