Valeria Tattoo Novels & Stories

Just like in the club, these men were also afraid of her. As she reached for her fork, her gaze drifted to Valeria’s right wrist, where a tattoo of a snake coiling around a vine peeked from beneath her sleeve. Her heart pounded as her eyes darted around the table. The men had the same tattoo, their inked skin visible as they ate. Alarm bells rang in Alessia’s head. That symbol… this was a famiglia.

she stammered, trying to maintain a level voice. Valerio came up onto one elbow, the sheet slipping off his torso to reveal acres of golden, tattooed flesh. Sera's eyes betrayed her, drinking in the tattoos sprawling across his chest and arms — dark wings, a snarling wolf, thorned roses that wound over his ribs. He was beautiful. In the way a loaded gun was beautiful. Lethal. Seductive. Deadly. --- "You’re not going anywhere," he said calmly. He tugged her forward.

" Your baby does not need a mystery man. I am here to build up your morals every time you feel like a burnt Quran" Val nodded vigorously. She wiped her face with a handkerchief. Then Val teased " Hell yeah! Like your burnt desert " They both kicked into their laughter. " I know I have seen that tattoo somewhere. It is very familiar" Liza began as she took a twig of her juice. Val smiled sweetly " It is not important anymore"

Ariel’s face went pale, her hand gripping her lipstick tightly. "Julian Vane is a lot of things," Valeria continued, her voice dropping to a dangerous, quiet calm. "But he has never belonged to anyone. Not five years ago, and definitely not to a girl who has to threaten reporters just to keep his attention. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a story to write. And trust me... you don't want to be the main character in it." Valeria walked toward the door, her white heels clicking confidently against the tile floor. She grabbed the handle, her hand perfectly steady, before she paused and looked back at the furious woman in the mirror.

I peeled off my blood-soaked leather gloves one finger at a time, slow and deliberate, letting them drop. Dante caught them without a word. I didn’t look back as I walked out. The screams followed me down the corridor like a lover’s goodbye. She was laughing when I reached the doorway. Soft. Bright. Carefree. Valeria sat cross-legged on the edge of the massive bed—our bed—phone pressed to her ear, head tilted, dark hair spilling over one shoulder like spilled ink. The oversized black shirt she’d stolen from my closet slipped off that same shoulder, exposing the fresh silver bite mark Valentino had left two nights ago. It was still faintly bruised around the edges. Claimed. Mine.

Valerio's hands, calloused and scarred from various battles due to his years of holding a gun, slid down the light fabric of her body onto her soft skin, provoking a shiver of sensitivity from Zona. Valerio subconsciously frowned when he touched the threadbare bump on her scapula, then moved towards then followed the scar upwards, but Zona grabbed her hand at once, "Mr Valerio, don't." She didn't want anyone to know about that wound of hers that she didn't want to show to others, which was why she had the tattoo artist from the prison tattoo tens of centimetres of rose vine tattoos on it.

Isabella was patting his head now. "Except she has something I really, really want," he added in his head, secretly squeezing his fist under the table. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••• FEMALE RESTROOM *** Valeria locked herself in and checked the message. They were new pictures of her body, showing her scars. She tried calling the number, but no one picked up, and she felt like she was going crazy.

“This isn’t something to celebrate.” A few people laughed and my chest tightened. “What do you mean?” He stepped back like my presence disgusted him. “I mean I don’t want you, Valerie.” The words immediately stabbed a hole through my heart. “I... I don’t understand,” I said quickly. “The Goddess chose...” “The Goddess made a mistake,” he cut in. “You’re an Omega and you can’t even shift. What am I supposed to do with you?” More laughter and my ears rang. “I can learn,” I said desperately. “I can try harder. I swear I’ll...”

He leaned down and instantly dug the edge of the knife in her flesh making her scream out. "I dare you to move your hands. I fucking dare you." He growled when Valerie struggled to remove the tie and move her arms down but hearing his words her arms got frozen in the place. He sounded crazy. A cracked sob left from her lips feeling a sharp pain on her stomach near the ribcage. Gritting his teeth he carved 'X.V' on her flesh in anger. Tears streamed down her eyes rapidly while sobs didn't stop leaving her lips. It didn't take him much time but still, she could feel her blood touching her bare body.

“Oh, you know. The fun kind. The ones where they see how much a body can take before it breaks.” Valentine’s energy flares through the link, sharp and controlled. "They're extracting from him." Achilles rubs his jaw, his smirk slipping. “Deprivation. Starvation. Blood extraction. Forced transformations if they’ve got the tools. Maybe a good old-fashioned silver branding, just for fun.” His voice is light as he outlines all the things even Valentine refuses to remember, but there’s something raw beneath it. “And if they’re feeling really creative? They’ll cut him open just to see how fast he heals. If he can heal.”