Tattoo Drawings Novels & Stories

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.

The sound of my heartbeat rings through my ears as I push open his door, then slam it behind me. Emilian’s hand pauses on his hair, eyes holding a brief surprise before it disappears, and my lips part as my eyes roll down his frame. He seems to have just walked out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around his waist, and I gulp at the tattoos that decorate his left leg. A slow exhale, lips parting when my eyes drag up, drinking in the beads of water that trickle along his muscled abdomen into the skin shielded by the towel. There are black inks carved into his upper chest and over his collarbone; drawings of snakes, skulls, many other abstract paintings, and writings in both English and

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

I was a Saint to my mom and a slut to the men in my life. I grabbed my sketchbook and a charcoal stick. I didn't plan it. I just started scratching at the paper, the black dust staining my fingers. I drew myself not the pretty version. I drew a boy with his chest ripped open, screaming into a void. I drew giant, jagged hawks with Chadwick’s eyes and Miguel’s tattoos, literal pieces of my flesh hanging from their beaks. I pressed so hard the charcoal snapped, tearing the paper. It was the only way I could scream.

He was not my typical type of guy, yet I felt drawn to him. Sure, he was well built; his tattoos were amazing, almost mesmerising. "You must be Lisa. I am Howard I have drawn up a few designs for you." I couldn't help staring; his lip was pierced, and his tongue and earlobes were stretched, and his tattoos went up to his neck, on the sides of his head, and small ones on his face as well.