Tattos Stories

Ariana Collins is a 19 year old college student trying to live a peaceful nerdy life; more like simple and boring. She takes a step to change her life by moving out in hopes of at least feeling like a regular college student. She expects her life to remain the same, but it doesn't, thanks to her bad boy roommate. He ends up, for fun, black mailing her and turns her in to his personal servant. To please him she will learn how to steal, lie and she will even make a few friends along the way. She will experience drinking, smoking and perhaps he might even convince her to let him tattoo her. Her life will become dangerous yet thrilling and she will experience what its like to be with a bad boy. THIS ISN'T EDITED YET

The story follows a young 19 year old girl that lives in London in her one free year after collage, together with her best friend Emilie. She is not a girl that lets other people step on her, and she especially don't need a boyfriend. That's until she meets the tattooed bad boy Harry Styles at a big college party.. Make sure to give me a vote if you want me to keep writing! And also leave me a comment with feedback. Sorry if there's some spelling mistakes I'm trying my best, but feel free to call me out.

Aye my name is Chyna, AKA Blac Chyna. Im dem ride or die chicks that will be there for my man when he's down and out. Never when he cheats 24/7. Now I noticed most of the ladies think that being a Stripper means you is a hoe. Well guess what nigga get that out ya mind because its a lie. You think im lying? Oh well here's a lil back story. My moms is dead and my pops got killed in gang violence.It was my pops own fault for getting dem silver bullets. Should of never been part of something he knew he cant get out of. Now my moms was a good woman. My pops one day came in drunk showing his true colors and slap the shid outta my moms. She started sticking needles and ish into her arm. I was 10 when I first seen her do it. She died about 4 years later. All the boys wanted me in middle school but I aint dem kind of girls. Not bouts that life you hear me. Anyways when my pops and moms died I had to go with my bitc- I mean female dog aunt, Sherrie, that's my moms sis. She's a evil bitc_. when she found I was pregos at 16 by my boyfriend Chris, she kicked me to the curb. Chris aint claim the kid. So I did the right thing and aborted my baby. I had a lady do it thinking she was some type of medical thingy, but hell to the no she wasn't. Just another crazy on the streets. Yeah she killed the kid, but it made me regret it. I was living in a box for a week with no food. I was always cold. The pole was my on option and it got me good green. My boss Pookie told me some sexy man wanted a lap dance so I put on my most revealing outfit, the school girl, and whoa was it slutty looking. I went out back and seen a sexy baby faced ,man with his whole body covered in tattoos. He patted his lap telling me to come. He took a long swig at his Ciroc. He asked whats my name and that voice was so smexy had a girl weak.I whispered my name seductively in his ear nibbling on it in the process and faking my moans. I asked whats his and he responded Tyga.

Rebecca husk, badass superhero. defender of the city. has mad fighting skills and isn't sarcastic at all, I am also looking for very cool superhero names so feel free to hit me up if you have any... Oh yeah, the story thing, well this story is about me ... Rebecca husk and how awesome I am at superhero stuff and saving my city and all that other typical superhero talk, I strongly suggest your read this story about me it's pretty cool.

In the beginning the founders intended to divide the people into five factions. This failed. For many years the Kingdom of Erudite has ruled with a strong hand against those who go against the monarchy. In order to keep the peace a truce must be reached. Can the people of Dystopia come together in true lasting peace? Or war forever fill their lives? Eric/OC.

I've always been satisfied with the calmness of my existence. Why shouldn't I? A scholarship, a caring mother and a boy who loves me. But what once satisfied me, today makes me really happy? Why this crisis in me? What is changing now? I don't want it to change. If I'd never met that tattooed braggart, maybe today would have been different. I should not have given up my usual life and routine, I would have every day a thousand certainties to cling to. I would have had all this, but... maybe, I wouldn't be happy. ⚠️This story is completely the result of my imagination. Plagues are not accepted or partial total. It deals with topics of great sensitivity such as: DCA, drugs and depression. Enjoy reading at all!

That night she ran into his home, escaping from something that chased her, fainted and woke up with amnesia. Now it's Harry's job to protect her from whatever she was running from and help her find her way home. She will change him and he will change her, but only one of them can get out alive. Love is a dangerous game and they decided to play

Tattoos represents what the owners like and would like to remember. But for this young man, tattoos are only a mark of war and blood. Holding souls inside and giving extreme power outside. Enough power to break time and space.

DAMON SEQUIRA WAS A THEIF. HAD A DAILY ROUTINE OF PICK-POCKETING AND ROBBING BAGS. UNTIL ONE DAY, HE ROBBED THE BAG OF LADY, AND WITH THAT ALSO BEING CAUGHT ROBBING BY HIS OWN MOTHER WHO WAS THE HIS ONLY FAMILY LEFT. WITH LUCK CLEARLY NOT ON HIS SIDE AND ALSO GUILT KILLING HIM ON THE INSIDE HE DECIDES ON GIVING UP HIS JOB OF ROBBING AND FINDING HIM A DECENT JOB AND START A NEW LIFE. BUT LITTLE THAT HE KNEW THAT HIS BOSY THE CEO OF THE COOPER'S ENTERPRISES WOULD BE THE LADY FROM WHICH HE STOLE THE BAG... NEW CHAPTER UPDATES EVERY THURSDAY!!!! I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT .. ALSO CHECK MY SECOND BOOK "THE WISHFUL THINKING" PLEASE FOLLOW ME ON ALL SOCIAL MEDIAS INSTAGRAM- rutujaadighe SNAPCHAT- rutujadighe2 TWITTER- dighe_rutuja22 MUSICALLY- rutujaadighe PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND SHARE.. LOVE YOU GUYS AND PEACE ✌🏻

Welcome to his wicked world!

I'm not sure what it is about her but something is making me want her and I can't shake the feeling she is going to be mine

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"𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝖨𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖶𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝙏𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙨 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧." -𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙑

Grumpy x sunshine Mafia romance False identity Strong fm Blake is a 19 jears old artist with a big secret, she lives in Los Angeles with her best friend. Her father killed her mother and after that he committed suicide after that moment she knew that the word was evil and that something has to change. At one peaceful evening she mets Rayan, a man who wants tu buy a painting from her gallery, but are his intentions really just to have a normal relationship with her? , is she really so innocent like she seems to be ?.

hessany and snow are 15 year old girl twins who gets abused by there dad who is always drunk due to the loss of his wife and at school they see these cute new bad boy rappers. who cause them heartbreak and love. The rules they had changed ..

After discovering that she is not as normal as those around her. After one of the people who she adores the most looks at her in a way that made her feel once again the same frightened and distrustful girl that had been abandoned, it's when she begins to lost track of her self Between the desire to discover what she has forgotten but has not lost, and a world in which she navigates naively, she discovers her history, the history of her people and the story behind those strange lines she began to saw in herself. She will have to understand that not everything is black and white as she wishes, that we all have the past that made us who we are today. And as much as you want to do the right thing for the right reasons, that no matter how much you love a person, sometimes that just isn't enough. She dreamed of fragments of a past that she couldn't reach and that is when she finds it. Singing a symphony to her who was lost in the middle of nowhere. A boy who seemed to have the world in the palm of his hands, that burned her with his dark eyes and a voice to those out of his reach. And as she listened to him, she could still hear the voice of the little boy who was still afraid of heights after the fall from the heavens.