Tattoos Are Cliche Novels & Stories

Voilette agrees as she lays out her own fair demands. “Aw, she’s cute thinking we don’t already have tattoos.” I comment and Anthony chuckles. I have ink on my back and I’m sure Anthony has ink somewhere himself. It’s kind of a standard thing for mafia and outlaw bikers to have tattoos. I guess the movies do sometimes get things right.

I have explained. “When did you get them?” He asked as his fingers traced the tribal tattoo on my spine. “On my 24th birthday.” I smiled. "What does it mean?" I hummed. “I don't know. I just thought it looked cool, plus Darius' beta mate encouraged me to do it. She said and I quote – tattoos add to your personality, make you look tougher and scarier.” I chuckled at what the girl said. "However, I'm not sure, but I like it."

"Oh, please! I'm nothing like those sickly annoying cliches the teenagers fawn about. Tell me one thing that's cliche about me, I dare you." I smirked at him. "Hmm... let's see." I thought for a while and made a show of counting my fingers as I started listing out. "For one, you're that cliched youngest billionaire, the most eligible bachelor." I made finger quotation gesture at that. "And oh, how can I forget the arrogant, rude, ruthless, cold, stone-hearted, cru-"

But something else pulls Heaven’s stare—a tattoo inked over every inch of his back. However, she later notices it looks more natural than a tattoo, or… something sort of strange to be on a person’s skin. The only reason an art would feel that way is if it had an otherworldly meaning, as in linked to extreme dark magic. Like… a curse? Heaven may not know much about the wolf world, but she certainly has read some things; like how the mark of a cursed wolf is a tattoo that drives down a bizarre feeling. The tattoo could be anything. It could be random dots. It could be the full-on image of a person. In all, it signifies a state of revulsion.

“So do you have the tattoos?” I can’t help from running my eyes over his chest. I’m not sure why I’m disappointed when he shakes his head. “I have many tattoos but they are all hidden. I need to maintain the bland businessman portrayal. They are also not in the old style of your body being your testimony of deeds. My father would not allow it—too easy for the Feds to take note, then try and pin crimes to us. So I have a lion of our name, the same as my brothers. As well as several I like.” A small, wicked smile. “I was surprised to find your tattoo. Although I guess I should not have been.”

He buttoned his shirt hurriedly. "You have a tattoo?" Liesel cocked an eyebrow. In truth, huge tattoos really hurt one's image.

He says nonchalantly while eating, making my eyes go wide. “A few times!? Where else?” I ask him but I shut up because I didn’t know if I should continue with my questions. “Most of them are not glaringly visible now because of my tattoos. That’s actually the reason behind my tattoos. I didn’t like looking at the gunshot wounds.” He tells me and I just nod. He spoke like these things weren’t such a big deal. If I go through such things, I would be mentally unstable. Yeah, because you’re so stable now.

Coco and Elysian are leaving me in the Cactus! I sighed and looked at the mirror again, I should be happy today, regardless of whatever happens today! I smiled and walked out of the room to see Elysian looking around the Inns of the Cactus. "You have a lovely place here" I heard his deep voice say and I smile, "Thank you!" I tell him and looked at him well, He was a very huge man with different drawings on his body, I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at the drawings on his arm and neck "What are these?" I asked curiously and he looks at me before pointing to the drawings "These? You don't know what these are?" He asked me and I nod my head "They are called tatoos, you seriously don't know wh

Tattoos are usually an expression of oneself. She hesitates for a moment; I can see the turmoil in her eyes but eventually she nods. CJ comes closer to me and turns around. I grab the back of the tank top and lift it over her head while her arms are crossed in her front. The realistic tattoo is a full-colored piece with an intricate golden bird cage in the center with a wolf’s head howling at the moon, an owl with its wings open, and portraits of a bear, fox and mouse intermingled with beautiful wildflowers. I run my fingers over the tattoo. Tingles touch my fingertips sending pleasure through me, but what gets me more are the scars I feel and not just a few but many scars. Now that I think