Tattoo Drawings Novels & Stories

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

He was fucking sexy and I was lost for a minute staring at his hot body and marvellous tattoos. Tattoos of ravens. Ranging from different sizes. I pulled off his shirt and there were some drawings on his shoulder. Very small ones and they extended down to his arm slowly increasing in size. The same thing was on his other arms and then scattered in some parts of his upper chest. “Forget whatever happens tonight. And you owe me one.” I got on top of his lap in a way that I was straddling him. “I owe you nothing!” Fucker was still being sharp-tongued. I'd kill him.

“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.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

The ink prepared is carbon-based, reacting naturally and smoothly on the body so that the tattooing procedure will be safe and sterile. "You're ready, aren't you?" asks Denis, the same question for every client before beginning the hours—long execution. "I won't waste time if I'm not ready." "Right, you must be very busy." Denis began to apply the triforce stencil paper to the skin on Gaby's back and flattened the stencil. Denis let it sit for a moment before completely removing it and revealing the triforce pattern that had adhered to Gaby's skin. Denis' focus was back on the line now.

Eva settled her gaze on me, “Pain? If it is about the pain then he has got no reason. I have six tattoos on my body and when my tattooist planted them it was as painless as air sweeping across my skin. By the way what tattoo do you want?” I lowered my gaze on Brian’s photo in my hands. “Brian’s face?” he queried anxiously and when I shook my head, she said yet further. “That is very romantic of you and what part of your body do you intend to draw it ?” I blushed and etched my face with renowned smile before I mentioned, “My cleavage.” I shook my head in affirmation.

I asked. “Sure, why not” She laughed “I have a lot of skin to cover”. Reece pulled out a pad and started to draw “I can start tattooing tomorrow if that works. I will start on a background design and then you can tell me your ideas about what you want for the boys. If you boys send me your ideas for what you want and then I can add them all in. I am thinking of making the main theme a mystical battlefield since Charlotte here had proven to be such a warrior”.

She was very touched. She gave him a quick peck on the lips when no one was looking, took her pen, and drew on his hands. He let her do whatever she wanted as he watched her with a barely visible soft smile on his face. When she finished drawing, he looked at his hand to see a drawing similar to the tattoo she had on her shoulders. “Why did you draw your tattoo?” William asked her curiously. “Because her tattoos are the perfect representation of her, or at least what she wants to be,” Tessa replied on Rosaline’s behalf.