Carnation Tattoo With Name Novels & Stories

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

"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.

At least he had a shirt on that day. Then something caught my eye. On his left pec, near his heart, there was now a tattoo. Unconsciously I stepped forward so I could get a closer, better look at the newly designed tattoo. It was the name 'Baby B' in cursive italics. Under the name were two red roses in the form of an 'x'. My fingers were itching to touch the newly done tattoo but I knew better.

Then her eyes landed on a very small cursive writing on the left side of his chest. She squinted her eyes so she could see it clearly. Then her eyes widened. 'ARIEON' was written on it with little hearts and a small sun. Why would he tattoo my name to his body? Especially on his left chest?, she thought as she looked back at him. He looked so beautiful and innocent while he slept. She couldn't believe she was still in love with him. I'll still love you even if you'll never love me, a tear slipped down her cheek as she traced the tattoo with her fingers.

A first step in removing her taint from his soul was to remove her name from his flesh. * * * Milli sat in the chair next to Lloyd, she seemed completely calm as the woman tattooist put filigree swirls and flowers over her cesarean scar. She had ‘Charlie’ and his birth date added in a looping scrolling script. Milli told the woman part of her story and the woman had opened up about all her struggles. Milli listened, and by the end, both were teary and hugging. The guy who owned the shop was finishing creating a tartan plaid on the ribbon to cover Antonia’s name. He smiled slightly as Milli followed the woman into another room to have her tattoo’s picture taken.

Kieran’s POV: That tattoo, it was something that I had never seen before. I paused at the fact that it was my name. Even though it was disguised, I knew. The tattoo was a minimalist crown sharp and angular, unlike any royal insignia I had ever seen. Below it, a date. A subtle set of Roman numerals, the same day he got appointed as my guard and below that, in small, precise script barely larger than a whisper: "Even if it ruins me."

He wore a new tattoo with a similar design but in miniature on the point of his cheek just under his left eye and she suspected that Cameron and Heath sported their own somewhere on their bodies. Rhett had not stopped there, of course. Tangled in the leaves of an ivy vine that started at her hip and ended where her pubic hair line would begin if she allowed it to do so were their initials. HG, CE, RS. He had made a pun out of her new name, and used it to tie the Triquetra to her, branding her both with their chosen symbol and with their initials. He had marked her as belonging to them, their property.

"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.

His eyes glistened happily as I showed him the fresh ink on my wrist. "That's so pretty, love." "I know!" I grinned, totally satisfied with the tattoo. "Though, it kinda hurts a little so good luck with yours. Have you chosen a design yet?" "I did but I'm not sure you're gonna like it." "What is it?" "Well," he scratched the back of his head. "Since our names begin with the same letter, I was thinking why don't we just get a cursive font of a tiny letter J at the back of our ears?"

“Keep teasing baby, circle your clit for me.” She doesn't hesitate, her fingers follow my command, circling her clit gently. “Caelum,” my name falls from her lips, a soft moan covering it. It sounds so pure on her tongue, so effortless. My cock hardens and I grunt, fighting the urge to devour her. My gaze lifts, meeting hers. “Hmm?” I retort, my hand undoing the buttons on my shirt. Aurora 's gaze drops to my chest, gazing at the inked bareness of it. Her name is tattooed on me, but I highly doubt she's noticed it, very few people do, they get too distracted by the sleeve or other tattoos on me to notice her marking tattooed on me. It was a drunk decision, but somehow I've never regretted it