Carnation Tattoo With Name Novels & Stories

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.

To the side, Kade gently took her hand and squeezed it. Not long after, Alex and Cara both joined them holding hands. They both bowed their heads slightly to Caleb and Meadow, then joined them on the round table. "Sorry for the delay, we were just letting our tattoos heal…" Said Cara with a bright smile. "Tattoos? What tattoos?" Viorra asked. "We decided to make this Valentine's day different and simple; we both had our late son Peyton's name tattooed on the back of our necks, see?" Cara replied as she tilted her head and showed Viorra and the rest, the elegant name of his dead son.

Her eyes were red and puffy as she covered her face. "Raine, don't do anything stupid." Charlie reached for her, and as she moved, a tattoo peeked out from her collar—a sleek arrow with a bold C inked into it. Something clicked. Charlie had a similar tattoo on his chest, a Cupid-like design. When I asked about it, he brushed it off. Just for fun, he'd said. He always swore Raine was like a sister.

I requested. “Of course.” He took a few pictures with his phone and handed it to me, a picture of my reddish back gracing the screen. The ‘Harry’ tattoo was nowhere to be found. There were zinnia flowers quite alright, but just enough to create the perfect backdrop for the name ‘GAVIN’ written in bold block letters, even bolder than the previous tattoo had been. My wide smile disappeared.

He undid the zipper of my dress and before I knew it, I was left in just my underwear and my heels. Not wanting to be the only one undressed, I pulled off his shirt and threw it somewhere I couldn't be bothered about, then moved back to admire his chest. Tattoos of different kinds were etched on his skin, each one a different story than the last. There was one particular one that caught my eye at the left side of his chest. It was " Carpe Diem." Written in cursive with small roses woven around the words. It was so beautiful that I knew it wasn't just a tattoo.

I stiffen a moan and erase the long mark on my skin. Slowly, I move the pen upward a bit, so it kisses with the soft mound of my pussy, the rise of my smooth outer lips, just close to the line of my panties, and I tattoo his name… Bold enough for him to see. MERCER. There it is, his name on my pussy, on his fucking pussy. Because he owns me. I watch his self-control snap, see his fingers twitch on the table, the hard breathing of his chest… how hard his jaws get, that anyone can map the outline of his dentition.

They went before Cora and me, and then reappeared approximately two minutes later both having been permanently branded. "So what'd you get?" Cora bounced in her seat with excitement and anticipation. Hannah came over to where we were sitting and started to unbutton her pants. "Whoa, what are you doing?" I shielded my face from accidentally viewing her lady bits. She just rolled her eyes and pulled down the right side of her jeans to expose Neil's name in black with a red heart for the E. I glowered at the inscription and then stared at my best friend. "I thought you two were getting matching tattoos?"

The tattoo was his art, his design, and also the image of what he carried inside him every day the image he now carried on his back, that moved with him. Nikolai name was inked with intricate, beautiful calligraphy letters, while nico name was bold, broken, and bleeding into the flames. He loved his brother, but hated himself. There was a single crack in the headstone right at the top of the cross. The flames that engulfed the cross from the ground were blood red, angry shades of orange, its only goal to destroy while his name suffered its wrath.

He shrugged off his shirt completely, and damn. My eyes wandered there until my breath caught. I’d seen his body before—countless times—but he always looked sexier than the last. My eyes lingered on his V-line, disappearing into his pants. I began to take in his abs, wandering my eyes until—my breath caught. On the right side of his chest, tattooed deep into his skin, was my name. **Allison. Beneath it, a red-winged dove holding a ring in its beak. My name. Burned into him. A signature he wore with pride.

The love of my life. Silvy The day after Goof proposed and claimed me he took me to Tank's tattoo shop to get my mark. Was I nervous? Hell yes. I was nervous about the entire process. Tank, bless the gentle giant, let me bring Ant in with us. Ant was a hit at the shop. I was a little worried the receptionist might not give him back. It took Tank forty five minutes to finish the work on my shoulder. According to Goof that is the least sexy part of my body. Did it burn? Sure. But not as bad as I thought it would be. I wanted to see what it looked like. Tank stood me in front of his mirror. It was amazing. It looked my the Renegades emblem with a motorcycle driving through the middle of it. A