Valeria Tattoo Novels & Stories

She smiled, but the smile was smaller now. “That day changed my life. It has everything and nothing to do with you.” Valduz understood what she meant. More than Hope Elara knew. He adjusted his shirt collar and pulled it open just enough for her to see the tattoo beneath it. Her gaze dropped. Then her eyes widened. “It’s the same font.” Valduz nodded. “That’s why it surprised me.” Hope Elara stared at his tattoo, then looked back at him. “Are you serious?” “I am.”

She leaned by the door post and ran her sleek eyes on my body. “Well, I have to because I need the money" I said as I laid my dress carefully on the bed. " I have to pay papa's debt. A few of them still call my phone to remind me and I do not want them to think that I ran out of Tijuana because I couldn't pay their money". "Valarie c'mon, this city is big and a lot of bad guys come here to hide". Andrea said. I paused a bit, "El Macho won't come all the way here to get me, I don't owe him". I said defiantly.

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

He said as the black dragon tattoo crawled up to Zelia's arm, since the black dragon is so huge, he minimize his side so that it won't look weird if someone might accidentally saw Zelia's tattoo. "As I thought you are in my back."Zelia said while Valerian can't believe at what he saw. Black Dragon answered but his self was well-behaved on Zenah's left arm act like a real tattoo. "Yeah, your friend Ysa once saw me." "I didn't call you at that time 'ya know."Zelia said.

My phone kept lighting up as I walked toward the dining room. Valeria: Don't be such a bore, Celina. Think of all the sexy ass and eight freaking packs you'll be missing. I laughed under my breath as I typed. Me: Do I need to tattoo #I'm married on my forehead? A second later— Nina: Sì. Maybe you should. Valeria: Stop encouraging her to stay back, Nina. It's not like she'll be doing anything that'll put her wedding vows to shame. Then came Valeria again.

"But that's not me. Please... I’ve been through so much tonight. I was buried... I was choked..." Ian’s eyes narrowed, studying her face as if searching for a crack in a mask. He didn't look convinced. He looked hungry. "Roll up your sleeves," he commanded quietly. "What? No!" He didn't wait for permission. He grabbed her arm, his fingers brushing against her skin with a heat that made her gasp. He shoved the tattered silk of her sleeve up to her elbow. There, near her inner wrist, was a tiny, faded sunflower tattoo. Valentina’s heart stopped. It was the tattoo her mother had forced on her as an identification mark, as was claimed. It was so tiny, so insignificant. No one knew about it excep

Knocking gently, she heard Natasha invite her in. "Hey, Natasha. I heard your back hurts, I brought something for your back," Val offered, holding the ointment. Natasha smiled weakly, "Thanks, Val. That's sweet of you." Val urged her to lie down, saying, "Let me help you with that. Maybe a massage will ease the pain." “Thank you, Valerie, you don't know how much I need that.” As Val worked on massaging Natasha's back, she couldn't help but notice a tattoo just by Natasha's waist – Nelson's name surrounded by a multitude of love emojis. A momentary pause followed, and Natasha smirked mischievously.

Valerie begged desperately, "Austin, please stop saying hurtful things. I know I was wrong before, and I've apologized. What more do you want? Aren't you here because you still love me?" I shook my head. "I stopped loving you long ago. I'm only here to see how things turned out for you." "I don't believe you," said Valerie, her face turning pale. "If you didn't love me, why did you agree to let me have a test-tube baby with Eugene? If you didn't love me, why did you arrange such a professional medical team for me, taking such good care of me and..." Halfway through her sentence, Valerie had an epiphany. She looked at me in disbelief. "You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medi

She must be sore from last night, and I didn’t want to cause her any more pain or discomfort. When Valeria thought Khalid might have her yet again, she pouted at him when he pulled away, telling her that they needed to get clean. She would rather get dirty and hot with the filthy hot prince, but she kept it to herself, too shy to voice out her thoughts. In a night, he had turned her into a minx. “But I thought we would, you know…” Valeria trailed off, sitting up on the bed. I shamelessly stared at her creamy skin, flushed under my gaze and covered in a bit of cold mango juice and the red strawberry juice I had painted on her stomach. Her red hair was tousled, her alabaster skin glowing in su

Every small movement against the ruined sheets sent sparks shooting through her overstimulated body. She should have locked the door. She should have cast every protective ward she knew. Instead, she picked up her phone with trembling fingers and sent another message. This time to Valeria. Valeria was different from Lena, taller, colder, a renowned rope artist and sadist who ran exclusive private sessions for the city’s most powerful women. She and Giselle had clashed many times, always with Giselle coming out on top. Valeria had never hidden her desire to one day see the arrogant witch on her knees.