Tattooed Wife Novels & Stories

It’s stronger this time and it’s coming from the redhead that is standing only a few feet from me. Her red hair is shoulder length and her pasty white skin is covered with all different kinds of tattoos. Her fingers have a variety of colors all the way up her arms, and her face has multiple tattoos with bright colorful butterfly covering her left eye. It’s beautiful but I bet it was painful to get. “I’ll be right back. Mia can you show you to the game room partner up and I’ll be there shortly,” Tyson says and gives a short nod to his wife and she nods in understanding. They were saying something secretly with their eyes.

Jacob asked, coming over to sit beside her. "Whose painting is this?" she asked, pointing to the portrait. Jacob looked at her, his expression softening. "It's my late wife's," he said quietly. Katara felt a pang of sadness in her heart. She had known that Jacob had been married before, but she had never heard him talk about it. "I'm sorry," she said softly. Jacob shrugged. "It's okay. She was a wonderful woman, and I loved her very much. But that was a long time ago."

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom. Charlene breathed slowly, she glanced at the woman beside her. She took a sip of champagne and smiled at Charlene. “You're beautiful–” Charlene didn't pivot her head to look at the woman beside her, she thought she couldn't be talking to her. She was still looking around when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. “You come with your husband?” Puzzlingly, she parted her lips. “Um, no. I came with my dad.” She answered nervously.

Feeling a knot in my chest, I opened our chat. [Hey, man, are you sure that package went to the right place?] [Yeah! Harborview Estates, Unit 2502. Didn't you guys already sign for it?] Then, he sent me another photo. Right away, my blood was about to boil. My brain just shut down like a clock with a broken spring. In the picture, my wife, Phoebe Reese, was wearing a skimpy black lace nightgown, holding the roses I sent her with a seductive smile on her face.

The tattoo man's expression turned curious, "So, do you like him?" Emily shook her head again, "No, I'm still married." The tattoo man's confusion was evident, "Married?" He paused, his hands hovering over his tattoo machine. "You nodded... but then said you're married? Or not?" Emily sighed, "Long story... it's all behind me now. Let's just say I'm kind of... not married again." The tattoo man's eyes narrowed, "You're talking crazy, girl! You sound even weirder the more you speak!"

She says, smiling at them. “This is my wife. Now you can give her all your praises.” Edward said, sounding very pleased. “The party was so beautifully decorated, and I’m honoured ro have experienced being surrounded by such non living beauty, even if the abstract art seem to come to life sometimes.” “Oh really? The pleasure was and still is mine, Mrs Shaw, thank you very much.” Edward’s wife says with a large smile to Natalia and sends a cropped version of her original smile to Wendy. Natalia, noticing the tension quickly speaks up. “My husband is waiting for us. We have to go.” She smiles.

The sound of whirring of the injection filled the room as Roberto sat on his own chair beside that of my husband, his brows forrowed in concentration as he cleaned the skin off first, he did all he needed to do, befolre getting to work My heart pounded as I stared at my husband, who sat in the chair, getting my face drawn on his body. His tattoos meant a lot to him, he had never said it to me, but I knew, I could tell. He did not look like the kind to draw things on his body meaninglessly, especially when they were permanent. I smiled at him,my heart filled with love for the man that was supposed to be my captor, my prisoner, but had slowly become my lover, te man I was utterly in love with

I said. "What's the meaning of my love? Better quit the pretense." "You and your wife aren't on good terms and you want the contract." The minister said. "My wife over here is crazy, I'm crazy too, so that makes us crazy couples." I chuckled. "She was the masked girl in the video. In that video, you will see that the masked girl had a tattoo on her leg and my wife also has the same tattoo, look," Everyone stared at Venessa's leg. "And I like said earlier, we are crazy couples. Kicking me on the groin is just one of the crazy stuff we do."

However, the tattooed man in front of Wynn rolled up his sleeves with a hideous smile and stepped on Wynn's chest while cursing, “Pregnant? Haha, I’ll hit you until you have a miscarriage!” The tattooed man smiled lewdly, walked toward Wynn, and held her white hands. “Didn't you say that your husband won't let us off? I’ve checked into it and found out that your husband is notoriously useless! Hehe, why don’t you scream for him to come and save you then?” Wynn struggled desperately while shouting, “B*stard! Let go of me! You’ll die a miserable death! My husband will never let you go!” Hahaha!