Theme Of Eraser Tattoo Novels & Stories

And then my gaze drops to my chest. There it is. The impulsive decision I made last night when the silence got too loud. A tattoo. Even now, I almost can’t believe I did it. I finally ruined perfection with a needle. I’ve spent my entire life avoiding anything that leaves this sort of mark. But that night, it felt like the only way to breathe again. The letters stretch clean across my chest, inked deep and dark. SAVANNAH. For a long moment, I just stare at it. It’s not art. It’s not rebellion. It’s surrender. It's devotion.

Staring at myself in the shady mirror, I was satisfied and pleased with my new look, it soothed my rage, expressed my emotion, carried my personality in various shades and most of all defined me perfectly! Now it wasn't just my tattoo, it was my HAIR!. The rose tattoo carried or rather held a shade of my personality in the color 'RED', exploring the blood and emotional part of me and most especially the undeniable 'LOVE' which was the main reason I kept running this race in hopes I would reach the finish line soon, my own tracks, my own rules!.

It was as if the feather held a secret, waiting to be unraveled. My hands clenched on my lap, so that I didn’t involuntary reach out to touch her. I didn’t want to startle her, but with every movement, her supple breasts bounced a little, making me bite my lips. I think Gabby was doing it intentionally as well, getting a kick out of just how aroused I felt. And aroused I was…especially when I had to clench my thighs together, a tingle of heat shooting to the apex of my thighs. Moving on, she pointed to the second tattoo on her waist, just under the waistband of her shorts, a bold declaration that read, "Never be Ashamed of Who you Are." The words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but wo

“We need to work on your word choices, real soon.” I shrug. Jeremías returns his gaze to the road, pressing on the gas after he makes a u-turn. “I'm just observing your tattoos. I'm trying to figure out if there's inspiration for it or if you just did it out of boredom.” Jeremías doesn't glance at me again. He keeps his eyes on the road, still driving. “Was there some sort of inspiration?” I ask. He doesn't answer immediately. He makes another turn before replying to me. “No inspiration, and definitely not out of boredom. I just wanted to have it.”

C27 – I WANT YOU, EROS. Steam filled the bathroom, and the sound of falling water was barely interrupted by Eros's slow, controlled breathing. He stood under the shower, one hand braced against the tiles, eyes closed, head down. Water ran down his broad back, cascading between tense muscles until it disappeared at his waist. The black tattoo on his left shoulder blade—an Albanian symbol—stood out against his wet skin. His jaw was clenched as he moved his hand over himself again and again. No matter how much he tried—no matter how much whisky he drank or how many times he repeated that it was a mistake—

Alexa I have to say, it's a damn good tattoo. The artist did a great job and if the circumstances were different I'd be thanking him. Since they aren't all I do is scowl. He wraps my arm and goes on about how to take care of the tattoo. Since this isn't my first rodeo I zone out. I feel like a cow who's ears been marked so people can know who to return them too if they run away. They've branded me as theirs. Looking down at the ink, my urge to find the treasure and leave grows stronger. This tattoo will serve as a reminder for what they did and have now done to me. Each time my heart softens toward them, this will harden it once more. I will get my revenge, but first I have to survive long e

The next morning, Rea woke up. She had forgotten everything that happened yesterday. She went to the tattoo studio and got three tattoos for three customers as Gia. Or the action of dropping the motorbike and leaving it lying in front of the house fence as Uri. Immediately opened her laptop to read the other personality's diary. Smiling to herself seeing Uri's annoyance there. Of course she already knew about the tiger tattoo and had threatened Gia not to get another tattoo. Not too surprised anyway it's not the first time because Gia has made several tattoos before. Image of a girl wearing a mask that is on her right chest. Also the name of Rea's parents on his left arm, Wulanestu. Rey coul

Jarek stood beside her. I sat beside her. She held our hands while Rico worked. Not because she needed us. Not because she was afraid. Because we belonged there. Three hours later, we stood in front of the mirror with fresh bandages and stupid smiles. A dagger. A crown. A compass. Three meanings. One design. One story. Home. I looked at the reflection staring back at me and realized tattoos weren’t what made this permanent. We’d already been choosing each other long before today. The ink wasn’t a promise.