Valeria Tattoo Novels & Stories

Soft, warm light. Delicious food on the table. And her special drink. No one else was there. Only Valera, me, and my pet cat, Vee. “Thank you for inviting me, Luna,” she said. “I never expected this.” I smiled and pushed the drink toward her. “You deserve it, Valera. You’ve worked so hard.” She hesitated, then picked up the glass. Our fingers brushed. I watched closely. Just one sip. And the problem would be gone.

though whispers said blood tied them. Valentina never corrected the rumors. She thrived on them. “You are my masterpiece,” she told Valerie one evening, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “And soon, the world will see what I see.” Valerie nodded, though her chest felt tight. She had mastered every lesson, every performance….but sometimes, alone, she pressed her palm against the scar beneath her ribs and wondered who she truly was before Valentina named her. One night, she dreamed not of the gray-eyed man but of a ring pressed into her palm. She woke with tears she as couldn’t explain nor does she know what the dream means.

But what confused me was how they knew I was leaving the Pack in a car? I swung my head to the side, staring at the lane the biker had disappeared into. I clenched my jaw and turned to walk away but froze when something hit me. “The tattoo,” I whispered in a trembling voice as flashes from our fight filled my head. “What tattoo?” Valerie was standing behind now, looking through the truck. “She had that mark as a tattoo,” I whispered and gasped at the realization. I spun around to face Valerie, my heart racing. “She is one of –”

Valerie scoffed. I scooted a little away from her in disbelief. My gaze lowered to her clothes—my clothes. A pair of white T-shirts and blue jeans that barely fit her curvy form. Then, I looked up into her eyes and blinked a few times. She met my stare with a glare of her own, which sent a clear message that I had to get my fucking head out of the sand and start thinking already. But she made no sense. As if the bizarre tattoos were offended by my thoughts, they started doing what Valerie said they were doing. The marks burned orange, and then the buzz died as soon as it hit me.

To the side, Kade gently took her hand and squeezed it. Not long after, Alex and Cara both joined them holding hands. They both bowed their heads slightly to Caleb and Meadow, then joined them on the round table. "Sorry for the delay, we were just letting our tattoos heal…" Said Cara with a bright smile. "Tattoos? What tattoos?" Viorra asked. "We decided to make this Valentine's day different and simple; we both had our late son Peyton's name tattooed on the back of our necks, see?" Cara replied as she tilted her head and showed Viorra and the rest, the elegant name of his dead son.

he asks after a few minutes of silence. Valentina lets the book fall on her thighs, and Matteo notices she’s taken off the dress, leaving her in a yellow bikini. He can see some small tattoos he didn’t know she had on her waist, her ribcage, and behind her ear. He remembers talking about their tattoos back in Palermo a month ago. “We just exist.” She answers, pushing the sunglasses on top of her head. Her voice is monotone, like she’s annoyed, but there’s that twinkle in her eye that lets him know she’s playing.

Valeria was in the kitchen baking a cake-the maid had quit since she heard that vampires frequented the house, and so far no one else wanted the job-and when she heard the bell, she removed her glove and apron and headed for the door. -How nice that you've come- said the person as soon as she opened the door. A few moments later Valeria was on the sofa next to her friend Katrina who came to her house after her daughter told her that she needed to go to the camp, but on the condition that her mother would stay with friends, and she agreed. -Oh, my friend, how have you been feeling?- asked Valeria as she took her friend's hands in hers and caressed them. -Lousy," she said, "I feel as if a part

“I would like an ice water with lemon in it please, a hot chocolate, and a chai tea” I said before looking at Valerian. “What would you like to drink, Baby?” I asked him when his eyes met mine. He smiled at me before looking at our waitress. “I would like a peach Bellini please” He said causing me to quirk my eyebrow. I wanted to know everything about him that I didn’t already know. I smiled at him when he looked at me again. I looked down at his wrists and noticed one had a tattoo which surprised me. “When did you get a tattoo?”

I told her genuinely, "Thank you. But, who are you?" Her smile deepened on her lips. "I am Valerie." She sent a hand out to me, which I took, noticing the black tattoo that stood out on her wrist. It was an unusual tattoo, which seemed more like a runic symbol. "I'm Sheila," I said, and she nodded knowingly with a smile, causing me to chuckle. "And you already know that. Nice to meet you, Valerie," I said, instantly liking her. It is funny how this night keeps getting weirder.

“I’m grumpy because I’m being forced to leave my bed, with my sexy ass husband who has a tattoo on his fucking hip that needs my lips on it right now.” “Oh fuck, TMI Val, nop,e don’t need to know that.” Luciana paused and let out a breath. “Okay, what kind of tattoo is it?” Val busted out laughing and finally got out of bed, Vinny slapping her ass as she walked by on her way to the bathroom. “Not sharing. What did you want, Luc?” “To make sure you were up, Val. That you two had made it out of bed long enough to grace us with your presence. You know, hang a bit with the friends who brought your sorry ass to Vegas.” Val rolled her eyes at that.