Carnation Flower Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

Dante knew my favourite flower and knew floriculture was my hobby, that’s why he had these attached; he realized only I would figure out the significance behind them: Yellow carnations signify disdain, white carnations signify death and Aconite, also known as wolfsbane and is incredibly poisonous - this flower signifies revenge. Disdain, death and revenge. What was Dante trying to tell me? “Isn’t it lovely, Sienna? He even knew sunflowers were your favourite!” My mother says and I try to push the fear down with a smile. “It’s beautiful,” I reply, and my mother dabs the corner of her eyes before straightening her back and pulling the veil over my face. I take the corner of my veil and tear a

“I had a couple of ideas. The first was on your neck where Tana’s mark is, but that’s a Lycan mark and I’m not Lycan. I thought about over your heart, like yours is on me, but that’s a dragon’s mark and I’m not a dragon. So, I was thinking about putting it at the base of your neck where your shoulders and your neck meet. What do you think?” “I like that idea,” she says. “Now, what is it that you’re going to mark me with? You said it’s a tattoo?” “Yes. It’s a variation of a celtic knot. It means love and infinity, which represents my love for you. I will love you forever, until the end of time,” I say, stroking her hair away from her face when she lifts her head to look at me. “Everett, that’

He showed him in every way possible that he was his special and precious someone. At the beginning, their life might not have been that lively. But after meeting each other it got more colourful. At first the other lost hope and a heart to love but after tormenting seasons he still found a time to bloom. Like a flower withering in harsh conditions, it picks up after being cared for. For Lui Xian, Feng Shao was his Lotus Flower. THE END

The place was serene and calm, a bit too calm. Caroline opened the door and slid out of the car with Alex’s help when she saw that he wasn’t moving, she narrowed her eyes. “ Come out, Carter.” He closed his eyes and took a sharp breath before he got out of the car and followed Caroline and Alex. The two brought white lilies from the nearby shop and Carter smirked shaking his head. There she goes running her head and forcing her own will upon someone else once again, Cruz didn’t even like white. In fact, he detested it, his favourite was red and he loved everything that had to do with red, he once told him a f*cked up thing about himself and that - he absolutely loved the colour of blood, th

Cain scoffed, feeling his anger begin to resurface. "My relationship is none of anyone's business but mine." he said. crossing his arms. "Is it not her business too?" Evelyn asked rhetorically. "What about your pack? Is it not their business that they have a Luna?" "In order for her to be a Luna she has to be marked by her mate, the Alpha, and inducted into the pack." "And you're not going to do either of those things?" Evelyn asked. Cain shook his head. "I can't mark her."

she said, “is the current frontrunner. Tiara Concept: Safira – The Bloom of Chosen Blood.” She stepped aside, letting the design speak for itself. “Centerpiece: a carved red carnation. Its petals are ruffled like flamenco skirts mid-spin. The resin shifts from deep crimson to ember-like burgundy—glowing with emotional intensity. The bloom rises just above the band, like a heart refusing to bow.” A hush fell over the room. “The carnation stays at the heart of the piece, but now it blooms against swirling silver scrollwork. Its fire is tempered by icy pavé-set diamonds tracing the band. The contrast is striking—passion framed by restraint, tradition pierced by clarity.”

“T-That’s not true!” I ignored her, moving to a bouquet of pink carnations. “These represent admiration and gratitude. Perfect for someone who truly values their partner.” Then, my fingers brushed over a cluster of orange tulips. “These signify a sense of enthusiasm and desire. The kind of flowers a lover sends when they’re eager to see their partner smile.” I turned back to the old man, who had remained silent throughout the whole ordeal. His hands were wrapped around a bouquet of delicate blue forget-me-nots.