Tattooed Wife Novels & Stories

"I LOVE YOU, BABY... HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" After what Katleah had done, he lavished her with kisses again, this time all over her body. Looking down, he was shocked to see his name inscribed on the left side of her breasts. It has a little heart at the start and end of each letter. The words "I heart You, Marco Dela Vega" have been carved into her skin. Surprised, he looked up at his wife. "Babe, did you get a tattoo?" his voice sounded disgusted.

~Cassius~ The wedding looks dreadful, worse than anything I've ever seen. I slip the ring onto my husband's finger and he does the same, except he isn't paying any attention. I guess he doesn't want this marriage either. Vito's knuckles are covered with bruises and scraped skin. An inky 3D tattoo of a snake with its tongue jutting out peeks at me from underneath his sleeve.

A proud smile covers my face and I blink back the tears. “I have always told you how much I love you Veer, but today I want to tell you how much proud I am of my husband. You know when I got a tattoo on my shoulder it was because I wanted to be like one. I wanted to re-born like phoenix but still I couldn’t do it. I am still fighting even when I had my family and their support, unlike you who grew up all alone. You are truly a phoenix Veer.” A smile played on his lips while he looked at me amused. I wondered what joke did I said.

There is no shame or remorse in his eyes. God, did I really fell in love with this man? "How could you do this to me? " I screamed at the top of my lungs, my chest contractiong with pain. "Why are you making such a big deal of it. See, I have the same tattoo as you" He say as if it is the most normal thing and showed me his arm. 'I am my wife's property'. I satred at the tattoo in disbelief. God, he is crazy and why I have never seen this before?

The tattoo was that of a dragon same color same size everything matched perfectly, the woman riding on top of my husband was clearly not me. Her hair was red, but she had a clear pink heart on her bum which was not mine. And then there it was picture of my husband's face. My husband was there enjoying his moment with the red head woman who was standing before me smirking. "I needed that, I've been sexually frustrated for the past two days, I no longer feel comfortable having sex with my barren wife considering she's unable to have my child after trying for so long." I bit my lip holding back my tears as my husband spoke after climaxing.

I don't think too much about it as I don't want to start comparing my silly husband to my sex partner. After cleaning him up, I don't wear him his clothes. He's too heavy and I seriously can't start struggling to put his clothes on, so I just cover him with the sheets instead. And I will love to see the look on his face when he wakes up naked. When I bring the sheets up to his waist, my eyes wander on his tattoos. On his upper chest are three claw marks and ‘La bete’ is written beneath it, then on his right hand, just beneath his sleeve are two beasts dragons. They are miles apart and seem to be gunning at each other to fight. And on his upper shoulder are over four ravens. They stretch righ

He was stunned by the image before him. My Wife? As she moved to the shore, her long white hair clung to her head, it fell to her waist. She had a white pronounced wolf image tattooed on her back. Not my wife. She smiled at him and called out to him. He quickly averted his face and wiped away the burgeoned images. As she continued to move closer he averted his gaze. She giggled and clothed herself in a flimsy dark threaded cloth against her brown skin. "It took you a while, follow me," She said

He chuckled at my indignation and then rolled his sleeves further and I saw that the ink spread from his arms upwards and maybe to his chest. “As a child, I always wanted to be a gangster and part of being that is tattoos so I got them first” He murmured. “What happened to your gangster career?” I teased. “I met Eleanor and everything changed” He said. I could tell by the faraway look in his eyes that Eleanor was his wife. “Eleanor is your wife, isn’t she?” I asked. “What happened to her?” “You know what happened to her… it was all over the news” He snorted.

“Your wife is also a tattooist?” “She had to stop when we had kids, but she wants to pick the tools back up for you.” “I don’t think that I would be able to put your wife in the same category as Diasy and the women in the office. I would love for her to cover the scars on my boobs.”

The bright red rose was etched on the side of my neck, just below my ear. The tattoo was beautiful. But the beauty meant nothing to me. It was nothing but a reminder of my suffering. It was a reminder of him. It was a brand. A mark. A collar I had to wear because I was a bitch. My dear husband’s obedient bitch. I swallowed, watching the column of my throat move the longer I stared at the image. Fabiano caressed my tattooed neck softly. His fingers barely touched my skin, his touch was light as air as if the rose on my skin was not an image but a real rose and he was scared of damaging those petals.