Carnation Flower Tattoos Novels & Stories

Lina had kissed Derek goodbye and apologized to him for not being able to go home with him that night. Page's door was locked and Lina was on her bed, sitting with her legs folded whilst Page was laying on the bed in her nightdress, listening to Lina talk. Page had asked Lina how they knew she was on the beach and why they had all come together. She laid quietly as Lina began to vividly explain. She told Page that from the time she left her house to her home till the time she decided to go check up on her, she was apprehensive. Derek had paid her a surprise visit with an alluring bouquet of flowers that consisted of Mallows, Nemophila and Red carnations, all having their significant meanings

I said wrapping my hands round his shoulders "All mine?" He asked with his hand on my waist "All yours" I said slowly, biting my lower lips He stared at me with lust clouded eyes, silent "Shower together?" He finally said "Yup" I said without thinking, What's there to think? _ I should have thought, I really should have thought about this. I bit my lower lips as I wrapped my hand round my self staring at Caden's naked form, this is actually the first time we are naked before each other. I looked from his inked chest, the tattoos on his chest, Caramel was written on his right arm, Roseanna - Momma was written on his other arm.

She has wide, bow-shaped lips, a small straight nose, and tattoos on both arms and hands of smoke that starts between her knuckles and swirls up and around her arms. He knows it flows up to and around her shoulders, meeting up with a back tattoo of a phoenix with some flowers, creating an intricate backdrop for the bird. The flowers have the names of those she's lost along the way hidden in their stamens and petals. She cups Kai’s cheek and he sighs, leaning into her touch,

I flinched at the pain. "There… done" Maddy said and wiped off the blood from my skin. I finally let out a sigh of relief and waited for the pain to lessen before slowly standing up from the chair. I walked to the full-length mirror and looked into my detailed rose below my shoulder blade in awe. I wanted this pattern specifically because roses symbolize passion, promise, hope, and new beginnings. I saw Logan walking towards me before pressing a gentle kiss on my tattoo from behind. “It looks great,” he said.

Sick sick sick Morana, so sick. ‘Oh but we’re not sick. Just look at him.’ My wolf purred along my dirty thought. Running my gaze through the tattoos drew on him, that beautified his manly appearance, my mouth watered at the sight. At his upper trunk around his neck was a crossed feathery tattoo, with the word “Pure” written and carved underneath. Visible from the sides of his shoulder was the bottom of a rose flower that was drawn up his broad shoulder. His arms, the both of them were covered in different tattoos, ones my eyes could caught. There was a splitted dagger among the drawings, a broken heart, a crescent moon, marks I have no idea what it represents.

Victor begrudgingly sat up, rubbing his eyes. I stood between his legs and began to unbutton his shirt, he took of his watches as I did so. The room was a bit warm, and I hoped that taking a little nap would help him recharge fully. As I unbuttoned his shirt, I noticed a flower tattoo that sprawled from his abdomen to his chest. It was a couple of black roses with red highlights, and it was absolutely beautiful. I couldn't resist running my fingers over it, wondering if it felt just the way it was.

"There are two different kinds. Chrysanthemum and dahlia." "That's amazing work." Almost as if they were living flowers on her skin, there were no harsh black lines. Just pinks, golds, whites, greens, burgundies, and purples. They were so life-like I had to stop myself from leaning down and sniffing them. "What do they mean?" I turned her around so I could see it up close. My nose almost brushing her skin, I saw that the tattoo edged up her spine in a color so close to her skin color, I could have mistaken it for a shadow or something. "It's huge."

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

"But I recently learnt that they do, and I decided to learn about them." "That's so cute and very unusual coming from you." She smiled. He picked out one flower and gave it to her. It was a carnation flower, the lighter shade of red. "I was told that carnation flowers often symbolizes fascination and distinction. You know that I am endlessly fascinated by you. And yes, you are different, rare, and I am lucky that you are mine." Luciana watched him speechlessly, seemingly unable to react. He then picked up another flower and gave it to her. It was a violet flower.