Carnation Flower Tattoos Novels & Stories

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

My crystalline blue orbs slowly fell on his perfect amber pair and he was indeed there, wearing a huge smile. "Cameron!!" Instantly, I closed the distance between us, using my vampire speed. I raced into his large arms that were pulled wide open to receive me. My hands clamped around his neck and I felt his hands move gently on my back, pulling me closer to him. "Cam." I kissed the skin of his neck where the mark I had placed on him stood, it was inked in red and had the shape of a small carnation flower. It was a rare and special kind of flower that symbolized our bond and reminded us of our lost daughter.

All of them had a silver hue, yet it was clear that they were not crafted from actual silver. One had a small ruby, another had elegant cursive inscriptions, and another had delicate floral etchings. I couldn't help but admire the intricate artwork that adorned his arm, from his fingers all the way up to his wrist. "What is the significance of this?" I gently ran my fingers over one of the intricate tattoos on his arm. The elegant script, adorned with delicate vines, roses, and lotus flowers, intrigued me, even though I couldn't decipher the Greek letters.

"Look at this. I took this last week when we were at the gym." I looked at the screen. It was a photo of Roman’s arm. He was lifting a heavy weight, and his sleeve was pushed up high near his wrist. There was a tattoo there. It was a small, delicate flower. "It’s a flower," I said. "So what? Lots of people have tattoos." "It’s not just a flower, Scarlett," Zane said. "Do you know what kind of flower that is?" I looked closer. "It looks like a daisy."

"I have a favor to ask." "What is it?" Lorenzo's voice sounded tired. "Your tattoo… the one on your arm…" My heart skipped a beat. Lorenzo had an iris tattooed on his forearm. My favorite flower. A symbol of our love. "The iris?" Lorenzo asked. “Yes,” Cassandra’s voice was a venomous sugar. “Every time I see it, it’s a reminder… of her. Can’t you just… cover it up? For me?” A long silence. I held my breath, waiting.

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.

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.

He leaned forward and laid his head in the crook of my neck. “Kitten,” I could hear him muttered, but I ignored him. I needed to see the rest of the tattoo. There was a blooming red Ipomoea alba painted on Elijah’s bicep. The black ink flooded from the flower and stopped at his forearm and collarbone. I recognized this flower all to well. This flower wa why I was taken from the mortal world. Away from my mother. It was a moonflower, the only flower that blooms and grows in moonlight. It was like a rose in the werewolf community; it was recognized as a symbol. That tattoo belonged to enforcers of the otherworldly access office.

still raw at the edges. The Calavera’s jaw gaped wide, swallowing the death date. I’d seen those skeletal grins before—on cartel men, on altars, on the sugar skulls Marisol left for her dead. But this one’s different. Tiny cempasúchil flowers frame the skull, their orange petals chipped from sun and grease. He tended this tattoo. Honored it.

‘he’s not supposed to exist in the first place, so he’s being punished for disrupting the rule and order of the world, this happens on his birthday every year… in order for him not to feel pain, he must have his soulmate with him on that day, he and his soulmate would must either have a little physical intimate contact or they must mate for the pain to stop’ Anita explained gently Ivory sighed she stared at him in the eyes then suddenly kissed him. Even though he was tied by a rope, he managed to dominate her. Her body was on fire, their tongues intertwined endlessly. ‘Are you guys going to do this while I’m still here’ Nara asked in frustration. They both separated, ivory’s face was red due