Carnation Flower Tattoos Novels & Stories

He nodded and I touched his hand. His hand was so big. Trust me, if he tells you that I was attacked by a shark you'd believe it. His hand had a lot of scars and I'm pretty sure this Datura Flower tattoo is covering a bad scar oh and it has a tiny text underneath… Co-sa No-stra. What's that? “Cosa Nostra. What does it mean?” I asked as I read the tiny text under the Datura Flower. “I'll have to kill you if I tell you.”

Winter's face lit up the moment she saw Alistair's adorable expression. "Winter, these flowers are for you," Alistair said, running up to her bed and placing the bouquet in her arms. "I picked every single one myself. They're all the prettiest blooms. But no matter how pretty they are, they're still not as pretty as you!" Winter pressed her lips together, smiling shyly. "Thank you, Auro. They're beautiful. I really like them." Carnations symbolized a wish for a patient's speedy recovery.

"Ready for this?" “Malcolm, are you getting a tattoo?” I couldn't help but ask and he nodded with a smile on his face. “You should have just told me that.” I mumbled under my breath. "Design's already been discussed," Max said, "Flower with veins on your right hand." He nodded, his eyes locked on mine. "For My wife." For me? I know Mon Fleur means my flower and he's getting a flower kind of tattoo, dedicating it to me. Aww. How sweet.

But close enough to the spirit of Lysander’s betrayal. Cyprian leaned back. He tapped his fingers on the leather armrest. He looked at her reflection in the darkened window. The image was ghostly—a woman in red, superimposed over the passing city. In the reflection, the "Thornless Rose" tattoo on his neck seemed to hover right next to her cheek. A rose without thorns. A symbol of beauty that couldn't hurt you. Or perhaps, a symbol of something that had been stripped of its defenses.

Closer. Closer. Closer. “A tattoo,” I yelled. “They both had the same tattoo.” How did I miss that earlier? “Are you sure?” Prince Dante asked. “Positive, Master. I remember it now. Coral had a tattoo on her right forearm and so did Zane.” Master went quiet for a minute, then he asked. “Can you describe the tattoo?” “It was a cross in the midst of thorns.” When Coral raised her hands to pierce my neck, I saw it.

I can’t show him how happy I am about that. "It was interesting in the beginning, and yeah I got this one on Monday," Interesting. "Let's get tattoos together, not matching tattoos but I want to get one too," I traced the Lotus tattoo. Seeing how pretty it looked on his wrist, I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss it, it’s slowly becoming one of my favourite flowers because of him. "When do you want to get it?" He pulled me closer to him.

“We have to run now.” I dig my hands into his pocket, pulling out the dried flowers I hid there last night. “You kept these?” My voice breaks as he crushes the dead flowers. Dust falls between us. Thorns dig into his palm, and blood hits the shattered glass beneath our feet. “I know this is your favourite petals, so I planted new ones every spring.” His fingers unbutton his shirt as moonlight cuts through the window, painting stripes on his bare chest. Over his heart, my childhood face is tattooed into his skin.

“I have a surprise for you and it’s hiding under the panties.” Creighton’s eyes lit up as he reached for the elastic band, raising an eyebrow at her. Sandra’s blush deepened as she nodded, and he slowly pulled them off her body. His hands froze, looking at the hidden message, smiling at her brightly. Chang moved in to snap a few additional photos, while Creighton stared, speechlessly at her hairless body. In dark sapphire blue ink, just above the slit of her labia, CWA was tattooed across her pubic area, a pair of handcuffs connected the first and last letters. Creighton looked into her face with awe…she had branded herself as his, forever.

“Fine, but I’m here when you’re ready to talk. Don’t forget, I love you, Death Bear.” She brings my hands to her soft lips, kissing the back of it right on my tattoo of a yellow rose tipped with red that drips blood drops to my fingers. It’s one of the few I have in color. It’s symbolic of friendship and falling in love. I had gotten it when I first realized the innate connections I have with Jase. The connection with him is like the one I have with Carley. I’d see the world drowning in rivers of blood at my hands for them alone.

"Wait..." She handed him a pot of yellow carnation flowers. Rufus leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets, observing her. He slightly raised his eyebrows and glanced at the pot of flowers. "A pot of yellow carnation flowers?" Rufus frowned. Doesn't she know that yellow carnations symbolize rejection? Leanor nodded. "The house feels so empty, and there isn't even a pot of flowers outside. So I thought..." Before Leanor could finish her sentence, Rufus extended his hand, and she quickly handed him the pot of yellow carnation flowers.