Black Carnation Tattoo Novels & Stories

“This b*tch would do anything to climb up the ladder! Don Corleone, don’t believe her lies!” Don Corleone slowly straightened and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips. When he looked up again, only bone-deep authority remained on his face. “A tattoo?” He let out a cold laugh. His voice was quiet but heavy enough to suffocate the entire hall. “This is the ‘Iris Mark’, inherited only by the Corleone family’s direct bloodline. When emotions surge or body temperature rises, it appears red. No tattoo technique in the world can replicate it.”

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

I'd effortlessly paint her body and miss no single spot. My gaze trail up the array of roses that line her left leg. It's almost like a full garden, starting halfway up her hip, spreading as it ascends, scattering on the side of her left butt cheek where a little switchblade lies in a dark background. The tattoo continues above her waistline where the edges are a little finer, a little sharper and this time, there are thorns woven between each bloom, blood dripping down a few sharp tips. This addition ends just below her left breast, very close to her heart.

I will have to carry the pairing chip around, so this will be entirely my choice. Just a few minutes later, the tattoo is done, and Ara is standing by a mirror checking it out. The design is beautiful, with interlaced stars and a colorful pattern of gold and silver connections between them. "Sir, what stone have you chosen?" she says, opening up a plastic organizer box. "The Rose Diamonds," I say. Nancy pauses and looks up at me. "Sir, those are—" "Thank you, Nancy. The tattoo looks great," Ara cuts her off unintentionally. "Oh, sorry," she adds once she realizes we're both looking at her.

"Oh, you teach?" "Yeah, a few." He walked closer to me with an 'o' expression on his face. "These are for you, beautiful," he lent me the bouquet as he bent down to sit on the chair. My lips formed into a smile as I recognized the Carnations flowers in mixed colors. One of my favorites. It has a lot of meaning aside from being beautiful itself, it means healing and strength. "These are beautiful, thank you, Levi." I said as I sniffed the flowers happily, starring at them like forever. He gave me a smile and nodded his head in agreement.

Doreen said to the woman and she sighed, shaking her head as she went to switch the light off. "Thank you." Doreen appreciated. His smile evaporated at that moment. She had not been blinded by him but by the light behind him. "You were saying something?" Doreen suddenly leaned closer to him and he shifted backwards in suprise. "There's a flower called yellow carnation, it symbolizes rejection." He managed to say and her lips widened in a smile as her eyes brightened excitedly. She held him by the shoulders, shaking him lightly, "Thank you." She said and turned back to the woman.

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

Jennifer’s heart forgot to beat for a second as the news hit her ear. “Wait… don't tell me you didn't know? Mrs. Carter, you are married to a man who can kill 50 men with just a pocket knife and in 50 different ways. That's what that 50 on your tattoo stands for,”After all the Datura flower on her hand had the number 50 on the side and was also written Cosa Nostra.“I don't understand” She said, oh she did. She just don't understand the fact that it's the same man she married. “Give me your hand,” he said to her and she gently placed her hand in his. He turned around and traced his finger on the Datura flower. “Cosa Nostra… do you know what it means?”She shook her head.