Tattooed Wife Novels & Stories

Shít! I had completely forgotten about my tattoo. In the early days of our marriage when I was still drunk in love, I had suggested to Harry that we get matching tattoos. Maybe a heart or our wedding date on our wrists. I am not sure exactly when the tides shifted but we visited a tattoo shop and I walked out with a tattoo of his name on my lower back, right above my waistline, while he got no tattoo. Maybe the fact that it was on my back and I didn’t see it often, combined with how long it had been since Harry commented on it, contributed to the tattoo being nearly non-existent in my books.

" I thought this through. If you agree to do a tattoo with me we still keep the rings. Once the tattoo heals we wear the ring over the tattoo or something like that. The nice part about it is that no one would ask us where are our rings are when they are literally on our skin." " I'm okay with doing anything with you, but is that the only reason why you want our rings tattooed?" I hesitate before saying yes. " Baby please don't lie to me." "I didn't?" It comes out as a question. " you hesitated." " Fine, I've always wanted a matching tattoo with my husband. Killian called me stupid and uncultured to my face when I suggested it when we were married. So I guess it's an insecurity rooted deep.

No one knew about it except her or perhaps Kennedy, if he even cared to notice while they had sex. "I may have believed your acting, Misha," Ian growled, his face inches from hers, his eyes burning with a possessive fire. "But with this? There is no fucking way you’re telling me you aren't my wife." "Please, mister," she begged, her voice breaking into a sob. "I am not Misha. I don't know how I got this tattoo of her, I got it myself... I don't know who she is... just let me go. I have a baby to think about..."

He nodded, totally understanding what I was thinking through our connection. As he stood up, I could not help but let my eyes wander over him, pausing at his chiseled abs and then down to his pelvis. Right there in the middle was a thick, four-inch tattoo of an infinity symbol. Mated wolves have this thing where they let anyone who catches a glimpse of their skin below the waist know they have a mate. This tattoo meant a lot. A lump formed in my throat as my eyes began to water. How long had he been dealing with this?

She kept those promises, but with someone else. I grabbed a pair of scissors. Without hesitation, I cut the photo in half and carefully packed my half away. Since I was leaving, I wasn't going to leave even the smallest trace of myself behind. Once everything was done, I placed the signed separation agreement right on the coffee table. We never registered our marriage, but with all our finances mixed together over the years, it felt right to leave something in writing. I picked up my luggage and walked out the door without a single glance back.

The following day. The photos were published across major news outlets. Zach and Julie stood side by side. The rose tattoo on her left ring finger was clearly visible. From a distance, they looked like a newly married couple who had just completed their ceremony. In an instant, congratulations flooded in from everywhere. My mother was the only one who called me and asked, “Wasn’t that supposed to be a couple’s tattoo? Why does the person in the photo not look like you?” I had no answer.

And so I shouted, "I'm his wife!" He paused immediately. "It's.. it's not his mark. It's a..a tattoo." I explained, not wanting any more claws in my neck. "Holy mother of God.." his words trailed off, "Why? Why did he give you a tattoo with his initial? Are you his mate?" I hesitated before answering, "No." "Answer me!" he ordered but I remained mute. He turned to the guards, "Get me my whip!" I quickly spoke, "He needs to get married to be a part of his pack again!"

She fills these shoes with an iron fist, vocal cords that bring the roof down, and more love then most of the club has ever experienced. Before Savannah died, I was having artwork tattooed on my back to show my love for my wife and son. It remained unfinished and I had the tat put on my chest to honor my wife and son when I got out of prison. After Sofia married me, I had the club’s emblem tattooed over the work on my back. Sofia, my babies, and the Crows are my family. It’s a beautiful morning. The wind is at our backs and sun on our faces. Desert Crows forever, forever Desert Crows.

"Yeah, you do. As soon as he walked through the door, you couldn't keep your eyes off him. Then after he convinced you to sit in the booth with him, he couldn't keep his hands off you. It's sweet, and the chemistry between you is so explosive you can see it just looking at you two." For the first time, in possibly ever, I'm going to allow myself to be the woman I've never allowed myself to be when it comes to my husband. Since Violet doesn't know much about my past, only what I've told her, and she came to town after we got married, I'm going to gush. I'm going to be that girl. "My husband is a very good-looking man, and I'm lucky he chose me to marry." "It's the tattoos." She giggles.