Tattoo Sa Tagiliran Novels & Stories

Ever had told me she owned a tattoo parlor, but for some reason, I never anticipated she would have tattoos, primarily because pure silver extract had to be added to the ink. Otherwise, our bodies would reject the ink and heal around it. But using silver made the normal pain of getting a tattoo about a hundred times worse.

“If so, this should be an easy question.” “Fire away.” “What animal is tattooed on Cillian’s upper thighs?” I shot her a look, my eyes wide and shocked with her question. “Tattoo? Inner thighs?” Kinsley’s forehead creases, her eyebrows meet in confusion. “Yeap. What animal is it?” I watch Kayleigh tilt her head as she waits for Kinsley’s reply. Kinsley and Reagan glimpse at each other. I can tell that they’re communicating in their mind-links. Probably making theories of what my tattoo is.

“That’s insane.” “Sometimes,” Martin said, “the boss refuses the finger.” Kai turned slowly. “Why?” “Because he wants something worse.” The light turned green. Martin drove on. “Tattoos,” he continued. “Those full-body ones? They’re not decoration. They’re a contract. Done by hand. Takes years. Agony every session.” Kai thought of Jaden’s wrist. The way the ink vanished under his sleeve like a secret. “In some circles,” Martin said, “tattoos are forced. Ownership. Or they mark traitors before they disappear. You strip someone just to read what they’ve done in ink.”

My short skirt clings to my ass perfectly, showing off my long legs, and my top stretches over my boobs. My make-up is flawless, as always, but when I see my blue eyes glowing, I freeze. Why the hell is my beast close to the surface now? It can't be just because I'm annoyed? I have more control than that… I'm sure I do. I shake my head and focus on my new tattoo. Honestly, it hurt like hell. The artist had to use a silver needle and ink mixed with wolfsbane to stop it from healing, but it was definitely worth it.

Once I got drunk enough with Leo and we ended up in the best tattoo parlour in Kennebunkport, Leo chickened out and we ran away, but the parlour didn’t look half as equipped as this one. “So many machines.” Saph chuckles as she arranges a few things. “Don't worry. They won’t hurt. Just a little sting here and there.” She pats a seat in front of her and I perch myself on it. “What kind would you like? And where?” I blink, I haven’t thought about it before. It only crossed my mind the time about the finger one. “Uhm can I see samples?” She smiled again, her smiles are kind and patient.

Under the night, at a street in Pattaya where a number of Sak Yant tattoo shops are operating. The so-called Sak Yant Tattoo Street literally means ‘a street full of tattoo shops’ in the Celestial Empire's language. In the Celestial Empire, the masses had the impression that tattoos were only for those who weren’t engaged in honest work. However, that wasn’t the case in Thailand. In Thailand, tattooing was a sort of belief, a form of a spiritual tattoo. With different types of tattoo designs being applied to a person, they each symbolized different meanings. The tattoos also bestowed various desired effects on them.

Said the girl on the other end of the phone, who is one of my trustees in Japan. "Pavi, I need you to find all information about this person and this Logo, and when I say all, you know what I mean." I told her as I emailed her all the details. "Yeah, I know, hmmm about Argon Socherberg? Who exactly is this man? He also has a tattoo on his face, is this the new trend? This logo, it’s the same with your tattoo right?" she wondered. "Is there any pending mission there?" I asked lazily as I sat in my swivel chair, ignoring her questions.

I have explained. “When did you get them?” He asked as his fingers traced the tribal tattoo on my spine. “On my 24th birthday.” I smiled. "What does it mean?" I hummed. “I don't know. I just thought it looked cool, plus Darius' beta mate encouraged me to do it. She said and I quote – tattoos add to your personality, make you look tougher and scarier.” I chuckled at what the girl said. "However, I'm not sure, but I like it."

Power bikes parked outside gleamed under the streetlights. The place smelled of smoke, leather, and ink. Elena stared at the building, confused. “What… are we doing here?” she asked slowly. Mia smirked. “We’re getting you something wild.” Elena’s eyes widened. “A tattoo?” Mia grinned. “Hell yeah.” Elena blinked, shaking her head. “Are you serious?” Mia laughed. “Dead serious. You need to do something for you. Something crazy. Something that says ‘F-you’ to the world.”

He whispered, “I have a lot of tattoos under this uniform. Wanna see?" "Not now." He laughed mischievously. “You can get tattoos?” "Yes, I'm a tattoo artist, working at Johnson parlor." "Gallery Row?" “New branch, in Sante Alley.” He nodded slightly. His legs moved cheerfully. “I want to tattoo my body in a special part next time. Can you make one?” "Sure, anywhere, I'll make it." I played Sea games on purpose just to get my revenge on that steroid overdose bastard. How does it feel to see your boyfriend being teased by a thug, hmm?