Tattooed Wife Novels & Stories

“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.”

“Look, I don't have a problem with you trying to show that you belong to me but a tattoo is too extreme," "How is it extreme?” She hissed out in pain from her shoulder. “We’re married and I don't see a reason why I shouldn't get a tattoo of your initials on me," "We won't last forever, Sophia,” He said. “You got a permanent tattoo on your skin and it would hurt you any time you look at it in the future," His words were like a knife sliced through her heart. Sophia’s throat clogged up and she croaked out. “What- what do you mean?"

She fills these shoes with an iron fist, vocal cords that bring the roof down, and more love then most of the club has ever experienced. Before Savannah died, I was having artwork tattooed on my back to show my love for my wife and son. It remained unfinished and I had the tat put on my chest to honor my wife and son when I got out of prison. After Sofia married me, I had the club's emblem tattooed over the work on my back. Sofia, my babies, and the Crows are my family. It's a beautiful morning. The wind is at our backs and sun on our faces. Desert Crows forever, forever Desert Crows.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

The woman who had introduced herself as Alora, my wife, slowly held my hand. “It’s okay. I understand. But the doctor said you might never recover your memories. I know you definitely feel confused without them, I’ll tell you everything we’ve done so far and I know you’re going to get used to me and love me just like you once did. Remember, you loved me to the point of having my name tattooed on you.” With that, she lifted up my shirt. I frowned seeing tattoos on my chest and on my waist. “Why would I get someone’s name tattooed on me? Did I lose on a bet or something?”

It was his, not ours, not mine. My husband had returned home three days after our anniversary, heavily drunk. I didn't need to open the door, because he came in with a short, and funny_looking woman, who already knew the password to our mansion. My eyes caught the snake tattoo above her wrist, and I struggled to remember where and when I had seen that same tattoo. She also reeked of alcohol, so they had obviously been drinking together.

He was feeling an indescribable sense of restlessness. He remembered that when he was still corresponding with ‘Maple Leaf’, she had told him that when the wife of an actor she liked passed away, the actor tattooed his wife’s name and hobbies all over his body so that he could see it every day. That way, it was like his wife was still present. Maple Leaf said she could not and was afraid of pain, but she could endure it and tattooed the name of the person she liked on her body so that he would be with her all the time.

My attention was especially drawn to the couples. The seat beside me was empty, and across the aisle from me was a middle-aged couple. The woman, who had short black hair and was covered in tattoos, was snuggled up sleeping against the man’s shoulder. He wore a suit, and the jacket was opened. He was relaxing with his eyes closed while he used a hot pink neck pillow, his wife’s, presumably. He looked like the sort who would never consider getting a tattoo, while she was decked out in ink of varying colors and patterns.

Her voice was soft and sultry, it was as if she couldn't believe me. "What's wrong with tattooing my wife's name on my skin?" "Everything is wrong with it. We're not real couples...I mean, we're bound by a contract. We're not even in love, Alex. Tell me, what would you do when a year goes by and our contract marriage comes to an end, then we go out separate ways? What would you do when you eventually finds the love of your life and she sees another woman's name inked on your skin, huh?"