Tattoo Drawings Novels & Stories

“It’s my drawing since my adopted father took us into his home. I wasn’t good at art, but I did that every day for over a year. I keep the copy when I finally able to make it look like our old house burning.” “Your house?” I leisurely ran my fingers on his back, tracing the tattoos of flames and smoke. I couldn’t feel his muscles tensing against my fingertips anymore. “Hmm. I like the feeling of your fingers against my skin.” “Wait. Your burning house?” “Yeah. When I met Milo, I asked him to tattoo the same drawing I did years ago. My first tattoo ever. I suggested keeping it on my back. He added a few details colors and made it more realistic in 3D graphics.”

I'm good at designs and can draw cartoon characters and realistic portraits. "You think she would be interested in taking me in?" "Oh yeah," Rebel grins. "But tattoo apprentices are unpaid, so... Keep your job at The Coffee Bean..." her eyes travel to the drawings again. "But wow, you're a natural, sis. These are so good..." I blush at the compliment. "Thank you, Rebel... There are more of them inside the kitchen." "There is more?" Rebel lifts an eyebrow. "Well, go and get them! Go on! Show me, show me!"

He pointed to the symbols that he had drawn in a chain around his wrist. “We have legends about Triquetras,” Cameron said, surprised. “That’s pack lore.” “Yeah, we have it too. I think all packs do,” Rhett rose to his feet. “Why are you drawing them on you?” Cameron was puzzled. Rhett tugged his sleeve over the drawings defensively. “I like tattoos,” he almost mumbled the word, his chin dropping to his chest, and he scuffed out the cigarette underfoot. “I like to sketch ideas of what I’ll get tattooed when I’m eighteen and no one can stop me. Sometimes I draw them on myself to see what they’ll look like, that’s all.”

Coco and Elysian are leaving me in the Cactus! I sighed and looked at the mirror again, I should be happy today, regardless of whatever happens today! I smiled and walked out of the room to see Elysian looking around the Inns of the Cactus. "You have a lovely place here" I heard his deep voice say and I smile, "Thank you!" I tell him and looked at him well, He was a very huge man with different drawings on his body, I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at the drawings on his arm and neck "What are these?" I asked curiously and he looks at me before pointing to the drawings "These? You don't know what these are?" He asked me and I nod my head "They are called tatoos, you seriously don't know wh

Instead of a picture of a bird or a waterfall, a picture of me wearing just a bra and seated on the countertop at the beach house is what I find. He got everything right. Every little detail on my body that even I would have missed is drawn onto this paper. From the freckles shattered all over my body to the little birthmark on my thighs. Everything is here. I flip to the next. This one doesn't show my face. But I know it's me from the tattoo on my hip. Every page in this sketchbook contains a drawing of me naked. Dropping the sketchbook in my hand onto the bed, I take out another one from the drawer and flip to the first page. It's me on my knees with my hands behind my back and my mouth wi

She asked and I nodded. “Can I get down a note with your specialist so I remember? I am not entirely familiar with the different kinds.” I muttered. “Why not,” she bent down to a drawer and pulled out a little pocket sized notebook and pen. “We all do transition and neo-traditional styles. Chase is abstract like I said and realism. I also do abstract but I do stencil work too, you will meet Kate, she does a lot of illustrative tattoos. James does line contour and line sketching. Am I overwhelming you?” She laughed when she saw me jot things down at a mile a minute.

I never planned on attending the school's Valentine's party, but when Ms. Sinclair, the visual art teacher, asked me for help to oversee the picture booth they'd rented just for the special event. It felt good that someone needed me for something, so I accepted it instantly. Now that I've had a terrible day at school, I regret having done so. I put on a V-neckline, crimson red dress that reached below my knees, black heels, and a red shawl around my shoulders.

I hear Tatum say. "Yes it is." I say as I continue looking up at the sky. " I wasn't talking about the moon." I hear Tatum whisper in my ear. I instantly feel my heart start to race. I look down and quickly move to the side and turn around. I look at Tatum suddenly realizing he's shirtless. The tattoo that always peeks out above his suit collar spans down his neck to his shoulder, chest, and side. Its beautiful tribal design holds many details as the lines cross over in every direction. I suddenly realize I'm staring and feel my cheeks flush.

she teased, biting her lip as she lifted the fabric of his shirt, until something between his tattoos, near his chest, caught her attention "Hey, wait... What is it?" "I told you." he smiled, as she ran her fingers over the new tattoo on his skin that was still no more than a few lines without shading or depth, but she could already understand what image it was forming "We, wolves, have the habit of immortalizing those we love in our skins. And it's been too long for me to do this with the person I love most." Hunter kissed her temple "So while I was having a long meeting with the cougars today, I ended up asking one of the pack's tattoo artists to do the first sketch for me. Don't worry, it

He responded. "I can't imagine having my pack's logo as a tattoo on my body.” Mother Veer sucked her tooth. “What if it turns out to be ugly?" Liora grimaced. “No. It was actually very cute. The red moon was drawn on her belly" He smiled, his finger drawing the moon on the ground. “Besides, where did you learn to draw?" Mother Veer asked, pausing to stare at his rough but neat sketch on the ground. “I've always been a great artist since I was little. I graduated as the best artist in our pack then” He said.