Tattooed Wife Novels & Stories

She would have still been with that guy if tattoos truly kept couples together. You are correct. We should move on, she said, hooking her arm around his. "If you insist, then we should!" He could tell she was dissatisfied. Although Keith wouldn't mind getting tattoos for her, the idea of her suffering as a result of him broke his heart. He didn't even want to see her in labor pain much less of a tattoo. Jasmine shrugged while interlacing their fingers, saying, "Your right, tattoo doesn't ensure us being together. ''

She had momentarily forgotten he was the type who needed solid, verifiable details before accepting anything as fact. “Because only lovers get matching couple tattoos.” It was his turn to raise his brows. “Explain.” “He had a ‘King’ tattoo on his arm, and the other woman had the same tattoo style. Except hers was a ‘Queen.’” “And you connected the dots?” Olivia gave a small shrug. “It wasn’t hard. Matching tattoos like that? People don’t get them casually. And definitely not with someone they’re not involved with.” His expression darkened, a flicker of suppressed fury tightening his jaw. “So, knowing his wife is in a coma, he thought it was the perfect opportunity to eliminate her—because th

It went viral in an instant with hashtags like [LokemanGroupWithdrawsfromSnowGroup], [PowerMarriageFallsApart], and [GeorgiaCheating]. As a flood of comments and messages rolled in, I turned off my phone indifferently. This was just the beginning of the end for the Snow family. However, it was a fresh start for me. It was one worth celebrating. I glanced at my schedule, and there was an auction at Jute Palace. I had not planned on going, but a limited edition Patek Philippe watch in the catalogue caught my eye. It had an excellent design. I could buy it as a divorce gift for myself.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

"Isn't that right, Nicole?" Nicole nodded and then asked Cindy, "Has your family agreed to let you stay here?" "Yes, they have," Cindy answered, remembering how Martin stood up for her with her family and his promise, all of which made her incredibly happy. "It seems this dessert is nothing compared to your joy right now," Lulu joked, winking playfully. Blushing, Cindy playfully retorted, "You married lady, don't tease me. Your husband's reputation for doting on his wife is well-known in San Joto."

She spat. “Jackie, I am not mad. Just…” I sighed running my hand through my hair. She hissed, returning to the bed. A serpent tattoo was drawn on her back, right in the middle where the back line lay. She just got that. She was obsessed with tattoo, and Jackie never feels pain during the process which was rare in women. Jackie could be scary if she wanted to. “Fine, dad was talking about retiring and shit. I think he wants us to get married soon so he could hand over the empire to you.” She paused, not staring back at me.

Abby answered a question from the interlocutor and gave him a new question. The man, who has a black wing tattoo on both chests, smiled when he heard the last sentence spoken by his wife. He smiled again because he did not expect if Abby instead gives small attention but it touched his heart. "It is okay. No, you can do that, and I do not mind at all."

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

She couldn't shake the feeling that her life was a lie, that she was trapped in a marriage that was suffocating her. As the evening drew to a close, Julian took Rory's hand and led her out of the ballroom. "I'm so proud of you, Rory," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're always so poised and elegant. You're the perfect wife." Rory felt a surge of resentment at his words. Perfect wife? Was that all she was to him? A trophy to be displayed and admired? But she pushed the feelings aside and smiled up at Julian. "Thank you, darling," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You're always so charming and handsome. You're the perfect husband."

But unlike the other guy that only had tattoos on his hands, this guy was all tatted up. He even had tattoos on his face. In fact, every visible inch of skin displayed striking and beautiful ink. He looked scary and beautiful at the same time. “Lorena, this is Dimitri Seveasytan and his wife Eleanor They live in New Orleans.” Ah, another mobster! I should have known. “And Nico he is Eleanor’s brother.” I frowned. So they are family The tattooed guy growled, and instinctively, I took a step backwards, right into the hard, marble chest of my husband.