Tattoo Drawings Novels & Stories

"He can always remove the door if he wants." The boss sighs. "First of all, you're late. Second, my name is Paul, but you'll call me just 'boss'. Third, James, the guy next to me, will give you tasks, and you'll obviously perform them. Last thing, do you know how to draw?" "Yes, why?" "If your drawings are decent, you might end up drawing the tattoos." I wrinkle my nose. "I don't draw on command. And then I'd have to listen to people saying 'I want a tattoo like this, but without this corner here, I want to add that, I want to put this other thing...', no thanks," I retort.

on his chest beckoned me, its tiny letters igniting a spark within. My mind's eye roamed to his hands, where a skull sat regally at the back of his long fingers, and a wolf's head gazed fiercely from the right hand's backdrop. An eagle soared on his left, wings spread wide. On his upper arms, colorful flowers bloomed, their petals unfolding like tiny works of art. As I committed each design to memory, I marveled at the tapestry of his tattoos, I was too far gone in my head that I totally forgotten I should be thinking of a way to leave this place, not thinking about his tattoos.

A tattoo—small but intricate—etched just below my skin. The infinity symbol, its delicate lines looping and intertwining seamlessly, radiated a sense of endless continuity. It was beautiful but haunting. A chill ran down my spine as I lightly traced the design with my fingers. My skin tingled at the touch, as if the mark carried some latent energy.

I laugh, tugging my hair out from the neck of the sweatshirt and running a hand through it. He shakes his head, his eyes sparkling gold. “Nah, it’s sexy as fuck.” Heat crawls up my neck, my cheeks flushing. “Whatever.” I nod toward Benji. “Show him where you want the tat, Romeo.” Chase leans back, turning over his right arm and slapping the spot beneath his elbow on the inside of his forearm. “Right here.” Benji glances over his shoulder to see where he’s indicating, then nods, beckoning me back over to check out his sketch. I return to him eagerly, peering over his shoulder at the drawing in front of him, my lips sliding into a grin.

“When did you get that tattoo?” From the few undone buttons, I could see dark blue ink marks spread across his chest. It looked like the tail of an animal, but it was faint, and the rest of the drawing was covered by his shirt. I was so sure it was a tattoo, and that was an unusual development. He smirked and slowly pulled out his shirt so I could see the tattoo. Slowly, my eyes ran up his chest, and the drawing began to make sense. The tail I had seen was that of a snake, but its head was in the mouth of an eagle.

Marcus continued slowly. “He said when she handed him candy, her wrist was exposed for a moment. On it was a very unusual tattoo.” Marcus took out another photo. It was a child’s drawing. A twisted pumpkin face, its mouth split all the way to the ears, its eyes hollow spirals. “This kind of gothic-style tattoo… a lot of people have them…” My voice grew quieter and quieter. Marcus said nothing. He simply placed a third photo in the center of the table. The background was a beach and the open sea.

Looking again at the blank canvas, Caterina picked up her brush and began to draw without losing detail, the music in the background managed to stimulate her almost dead talent, tracing lines over and over again, she felt the wind caressing her exposed skin in that simple tank top, the treetops swayed quietly, it was Saturday, she didn't have to go to school, Dante was still sleeping peacefully inside the house, he had received his first paycheck after a long first week putting up with the sensual tattoo man, actually it was the first time in months that he had a brief moment of calm, no calls from the bank, no problems with accumulated debts, nothing at all, his beautiful aquamarine eyes we

"We’re not here for tattoos. We’re looking for someone." The tattoo artist’s face hardened. "Sorry, but we don’t give out information on our clients." A tense silence settled between them until Alessandro reached into his coat and pulled out a thick wad of cash. He placed it on the counter, his voice low and commanding. "You better think twice." The man hesitated for only a moment before greed won over. He grabbed the money and stuffed it into his pocket. Federico slid a folded paper across the counter. It contained a hand-drawn sketch of a tattoo—a tiger with piercing eyes—and a silver cross necklace with a skull, its hollow sockets glinting with red gemstones.

Luke's awe was clear as Clay finished my tattoo, his skilled hands bringing to life the intricate design we'd agreed upon. It was more than ink on skin; it was a symbol of our intertwined lives, our shared journey. The art was so quintessentially us, capturing the essence of our bond in bold, swirling lines and shaded crescents.

She looked through the tattoo sketches thumbing through the ones that had been drawn by her and she chose the favorite one of Jordan's, "Hmm good choice, let's get started," "Sure," She led her to the room where the tattoos were drawn and sat her down, "Well here we go," She started the drawing. It was an entwined flower that started at the edge at the waist leading through the thigh and stopped at the middle and she used the liner to outline the drawing. "Ouch," the lady winced beneath the machine and Jordan glanced at her. "Is this your first time getting a tattoo?" "Yeah, why?" "Well, you look like it's your first time,"