Tattooed Wife Novels & Stories

"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

No one ever had thought so much about them let alone getting their tattoo. They didn't even want anyone's love and affect except their little wife. She is more than enough for loving them, she is the light in their dark life and they need this life for ever in their life. The brothers' eyes started to get darker shades as more as they were gazing at that meaningful, beautiful tattoo of her.

Why? He froze in his place... "Unless you can tell us about her birthday mark anything other than her face" Mrs leone said suddenly concerned.... The man standing in front of her is no doubt in love with his wife... So much in love that it hurts to see him shaking as if he is about to break down.. "I.. I cannot re-.. Oh no no yes yes. She.. She have a red spot on her right chest!!!!, and a dagger tatoo in her right thigh ,BRAVE written beside it" He said looking at the doctor....

The camera zoomed in, and I saw it clearly: the delicate violin tattooed just below the crest—the one he’d gotten for me five years ago. "My wife, Alessia, is a gifted musician," Dante said, a smile playing on his lips as he raised the hand wearing his platinum wedding band. "She gave up her dream of becoming a world-class violinist for me. That sacrifice is etched over my heart. It can never be erased." I reached up and touched the gauze on my collarbone, the skin still aching. Never be erased? The memory of the photo slammed into me. Two months ago. A text from an unknown number.

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

Flawless and tanned under the sun's reflection. I gently caressed the unwanted scar on my abdomen. This scar is my only reminder that I did something wrong in the past, that made me happy without a trace of guilt. This is my life after eight years of being the wife of a terrorist husband. Still imprisoned on an island where torture was the norm.

I spoke up. "Hmm!" She nodded. She then got up and walked just to have a look at my back. And she was quiet for a moment. "It's... It's beautiful!" She gasped. I smiled at her words, and then, the tattoo artists helped me see the tattoo with the help of huge mirrors, and the tattoo was indeed glorious. "I want one more tattoo," I announced. She looked at me, surprised. "I want my wife's name, on my collarbone. I want it dark and deep, completely embedded in my skin," I announced, without even moving ny eyes away from him.