Carnation Flower Tattoos Novels & Stories

I smelled the flowers and smiled "Lilies? you remember?" "Of course, how could I ever forget your favorite flowers, I even tattooed it on my arm remember" and he raised his shirt so I could see the Lilly tattoo he had given himself, how could I have forgotten. Cary had never liked tattoos, he said they spoilt the true beauty of the skin but he had gotten one just for me now this was the Cary I fell in love with. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness Kiera, all am asking for is a second chance to be a better mate to you, to be the best dad to ivy".

Its sweet scent fills my room, a gentle reminder of his thoughts. At the diner, it's always a delivery of another flower. Each time a single stem. I've received red carnations symbolizing 'deep admiration', white gardenias for 'you're lovely', purple irises for wisdom and compliments, yellow daffodils for new beginnings. Ellen, ever knowledgeable, shares the meanings of each flower, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

special. "Just you?" I don't know if that's an answer or a question. He just grinned and went straight to the monitor. "What design do you want?" I thought about it, and I decided to have the Gladiolus flower tattooed on me since it typically symbolizes honor and remembrance. But it has many other meanings too such as: Strength of character. Faithfulness, sincerity, and integrity. It's just so perfect for me. "Gladiolus. You know that?" My answer.

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.