Tattooed Wife Novels & Stories

May glanced at the tattoo peeking out from Stone's shirt collar before continuing her question, "Are you getting a new tattoo?" "Not me," Stone replied as gently as possible. "You are." May immediately shook her head and stepped back. "W-what? I.. I...don't want to." "I'm sorry, May, but this is non-negotiable. All my men have special tattoos on their bodies, and as my wife, you need to have one too." May's eyebrows furrowed in the middle. "What special tattoo are you talking about?" "Show her, Jake," Stone instructed Jacob.

“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.

Massimo took her out of the room, and my wife looked at me with doubts. "What did you mean?" "A custom we adopted, one that few know about, is that we have specific tattoos to indicate when someone is a problem: the tattoo they'll give her is of a doll with sewn lips, a clear sign that she won't be able to keep her damn mouth shut." "How did you even associate with that woman?" "Because she was looking for something I gave her easily, but now that I have to work a bit for it... I don't need anything else in life."

The office heating was turned up high, yet I felt as if I fell into an ice cellar. I could never mistake the NG tattoo on that woman's waist. It was inked on our second anniversary. Gwendolyn Sanders made me angry back then, and she got that tattoo just to placate me. "Darling, our names are tied together now." "From now on, I'm yours. We'll never be separated." The anonymous post continued to reply to comments. [I wonder when my idiot husband will finish selling his shares and wire the money over. I'm booking a themed hotel room so my lover and I can spend the night together. He even prepared a whole drawer of condoms, we're using every single one tonight.]

“Do you think your wife could stomach it. I’d like to see what her reaction would be. What does she do when she sees your scars?” Vivienne’s question angers me, “Ellie made me laugh. She said that she believed I had an embarrassing tattoo, and that is why I was self-conscious. She is the only woman that I have let see them since you screamed. Ellie doesn’t care about them.” “You’ve had laser treatment since then. I’m sure they are better. I was the one with you while you recovered.” “You were in my bed with my best friend! You didn’t help me. I called you every day, and all you talked about was money.”

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "