Tattooed Wife Novels & Stories

He and I were my fairytale once upon a time, but I’m in love with my husband. Even then, as I stare into his bright blue eyes, a pang of guilt seeps into my chest. According to James, we are destined to be together. His Goddess chose us as an unbreakable pair. But if Shawn had responded to my letter all those years ago, would I be where I am now? Would I have so easily thrown myself into an unwanted marriage over a gut instinct? I tried to convey how sorry I was with my eyes, but I knew there would have to be a conversation between the two of us. The tattoo on his arm is hidden. Tucked into his side and directly next to his heart.

not the owners. She held his hands in her and kissed them. "These hands have done wonders Ashton...every night for 4 years they have taken care of my numb legs with just one hope...to hope something which was next to impossible. Tell me, Ash..why you didn't leave this not so beautiful wife? Why you tried everything to make her see her own beauty? Why you didn't divorce this crippled wife and married some beautiful model? Why you worked every second of these 4 years to make me stand up on my own?

I noticed that Hugo was looking straight into my eyes as if I said something wrong. "You really wanna get a tattoo?" Landon asks. I move my head back to my husband. "Yes. Let's get a couple tattoo." Landon seemed surprised. "Let's get inked together Landon." I added right away. Landon stares at me doubtfully as he begins to cup both of my cheeks. "Are you really sure love? Tattoos are going to be permanent on your skin. Are you sure?" I nod firmly. "Yes." I move my head to Dominique and Hugo, they were just looking at us so I tell them. "We wouldn't want both of you to wait and to go home late because of us. Hugo already wants to go anyways. Why don't you go ahead first?"

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.

a female reporter had asked. “Are you married?” Taz countered and the woman sat there for a moment. “If you want me to answer that question, answer mine, otherwise I’m moving on.” “Yes, I’m married." She answered uncomfortably. “We’re separated.” “Which is why you no longer wear your ring.” The reporter gave a small nod as she unconsciously looked at the tan line on her finger. “I can’t take mine off. I can’t just decide we’re done and walk away. Neither can my husband. He has a tattoo showing that he completely belongs to me. We have a problem; we work it out. We disagree, we find a compromise. Marriage is hard, Ellen, I don’t know if anyone ever told you that. But it’s hard.” She smiled at

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 held me all night, crying, saying this tattoo is her personal mark. She begged me on her knees not to remove it…" His voice choked, and his hand subconsciously brushed his hip. "But every time I remember she has a husband, I feel like a homewrecker! I must get it removed before I can look at myself in the mirror again!" I couldn't tell if Hudson was acting or genuinely trying to cut ties with Annie. Regardless, it was clear she loved him. Annie had always been obsessed with her career, rarely displaying her feelings. I remembered the time I had an asthma attack and nearly died in our bed; she had been indifferent, telling me to "just drink some warm water" before hanging up.

she rolled her eyes. Ava snorted. “Yeah right. You're married but invisible to your husband. You see this is why I stay single. I hate being sex starved, I'd go crazy. Besides it's high time you stopped calling that a marriage and start calling it paperwork.” Cassia's cheeks flamed. “That's not fair. We've been married for three years and for the last two and a half, we had an exciting sex life, until…” “Until you became plus sized, right?” Ava asked.

“You don't stop but you change how you have fun. Or you have fun with your wife. Take her with you.” “I don't think she's one for clubs.” He laughed. “Then drink at home, with her. Turn your house into a club if you have to.” He groaned. “She married Arjun Korana, this is him.” “Well, Arjun got married, he needs to make some changes too. You're no longer single.” I told him. “You do know that, right?” He scoffed. “I'm still single.” I shook my head at him. “You wish.”

She pulled herself back and wiped her tears before saying her makeup is waterproof and won't come out even if she gets into the swimming pool now and they both laughed together. Her eyes darted to the decorations she made again prepared for them the same he did last night and slightly hit her forehead. He looked at her with amusement for a sec and then darted his eyes to the direction she was looking at. "Ah... I just forgot to see the beautiful arrangement which is for sure nothing near my dear wifey. As you may not know, my wife is the prettiest and most beautiful lady in this world. And guess what I got lucky to have her all myself", he said pulling her to himself in one jerk and she gasp