Tattooed Wife Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

Olivia asks, running her slender fingers over my tattoo. "Don't you know how to read?" "Stop being boring, Tyler!" Emily says, smiling at both of us. "Okay," I lift Olivia off my back and put her on my lap. "When you were born, you were quite a handful, you know? From the moment you decided to come out of your mother's belly, you were trouble. And as you grew up, you were and still are a little firecracker. Never stopped moving. So, I got this tattoo, patience. Because that's what it takes to take care of you."

He asked, blowing out smoke. “My wife has been kidnapped. I need your help,” I told him. He was my only hope. Most of the gangs come to him when they want a tattoo for their gangs. He would surely know who the fuckers are that took her. He looked at me wide-eyed as I told him everything that had happened. “Show me the tattoo. Maybe I can help.” Richard took out his phone and showed him the tattoo. Tinny’s eyes went wide and his face pale. He looked at me with concern in his eyes. “Are you sure this is the tattoo?” he asked.

- Of course my wife Riley. - Your wife sir? he asked with a strange voice. - Yes my wife, she is working at the company and she is a low-position screenwriter and no we are not allowed to help her in any way. Riley heard him and her eyes were sparkling and she could see that he really listened to her and respected her decisions. - Of course sir. Jack responded. - Thank you, Jack. Riley grabbed his wheelchair and went toward the exit. They sat in the car and at that moment he decided to kiss her.

I replied. "We'll be fine sweetheart!" I said as we still held onto ourselves in tears. ******* I opened my eyes in tears and looked at the mirror. I slowly pulled down the shoulder of my dress as I stared at the tattoo on my shoulder in tears. It was a scar from all the beatings I got from my ex-husband, I tattooed it because the questions were be coming too much and I was tired of lying it was a birthmark, so I decided to get thet tattoo!

“You’re still holding onto this wife thing? Didn’t you say your wife was dead? How can I be your Yasmin if she died in an accident? At some point, you’ve got to admit that losing her is driving you crazy and check into a mental institution.” “You’re right. I might’ve been acting out of turn since she died, but it’s only because I’m convinced she isn’t dead. Now I have proof.” “Proof? What proof do you have that your wife—whose car burned to ashes in an accident—is still alive?” she asked, then immediately groaned. She realized she shouldn’t have asked that, and my smile widened. “Your tattoo. My wife had the same tattoo. What are the odds you have it too? You’re either Yasmin or a long-lost