Chrysanthemum Drawing Tattoo Novels & Stories

Scar shouted before Jasmine disappeared into the room. ______________ Jasmine settled on the chair provided for her as she examined the different designs of tattoos on the walls, "Did you design all of these?" She asked pointing at the drawings as Alejandro turned around to look at what she was pointing at, "Yes, I did," he replied as Jasmine continued to admire the drawings in awe, "They're beautiful," she said as Alejandro chuckled before walking towards her with the materials to get started, "Thank you, so what would you like to get?" He asked as Jasmine lay back with a grin on her face, "I'd like to get a Japanese dragon with words at the end of its tail," she said as Alejandro looked at

There was no way I could put on a smile. I had gone through seven revisions with the tattoo artist before settling on that design. We had decided upon the number of petals, the flow of the hidden lines, and the exact petal beneath which the letter would be concealed. I had drawn every detail. Back then, Zach told me the rose represented me, passionate yet covered in thorns. Julie noticed me and quickly lowered her hand. “Miss Annie, please don’t misunderstand. Madam Cross wanted to see how the tattoo turned out, so she asked me to come by.”

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Destiny stared at the lines on her body. Her mother's tattoo had been more like a maze, lines ran apart from each other, but always running parallel. Hers were more floral. It looked like vines had grown all over her body. It gracefully followed the curve of her hips and breast. Likewise, it ran double helices down the sides of her legs and her spine. It flowered up at the base of her neck and was embedded with lotus blossoms. Normally, she wasn't into flowery designs, but this tattoo was fascinating, there was something powerful, mystical about it. They looked more like tribal flowers rather than Hawaiian shirt flowers. That would have been very un

He never really mentioned her much, but they had issues. LuciferessX: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves… Reign707: I’ll try not to Lol. You owe me a picture, remember? Of your new tattoo? Oh yeah! I look down at my right shoulder. I had a tattoo of vines, with small thorns and red roses that spread from my shoulder down the right side of my breast and to my waist, as well as the full sleeve of my right arm. Well, if he wants a picture…

It held special meaning to me, everything on my skin did. “Don’t play dumb Wynter. What’s with the new tattoo?” “Just something personal to go over my heart.” Petr returned and handed me a sheet of drawing paper. I looked at the improved version of my tattoo and smiled. It was exactly what I’d had in mind. The rose was spectacular and the names seemed three-dimensional. “It’s perfect. Let’s do it.” I took off my shirt and Petr studied my sleeves for quite some time and made some adjustments to the sketch. He nodded his head, happy with what he saw and cleaned the area where he’d start to work on. I relaxed and closed my eyes as he started inking my chest.

Then he walks around the car to slide in behind the wheel. "Nice tattoo you got there ... if one above the ass is a tramp stamp, what is that one called". My eyes rest on the drawing that starts between her breasts and spreads out into a beautiful rose under them. She lets her fingers slide down over the tattoo. "It's a 'I'm a bad ass bitch stamp'" "Well the bitch part fits perfectly". I can't stop staring at her fingers caressing her skin. Damn no doubt she has the upper hand right now. My body is almost unable to contain the desire.

"It's a crocus; my mum's favourite flower. She says that the best people are like crocuses; beautiful on the outside, but even more precious on the inside." "Your mum sounds very wise," I commented, causing him to nod his head in agreement. "And this is the last, and the most recent tattoo I've got," he turned his other arm around slightly to reveal a sort of tree and mountain landscape on his forearm, his veins flexing with the movement, looking entirely gorgeous. "What's that one mean?" I ran my fingers across the scene. "Nothing really," he chuckled. "I just though it looked cool." "It's freaking sexy" I said before realising what had just come out of my mouth.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

Marcus continued slowly. “He said when she handed him candy, her wrist was exposed for a moment. On it was a very unusual tattoo.” Marcus took out another photo. It was a child’s drawing. A twisted pumpkin face, its mouth split all the way to the ears, its eyes hollow spirals. “This kind of gothic-style tattoo… a lot of people have them…” My voice grew quieter and quieter. Marcus said nothing. He simply placed a third photo in the center of the table. The background was a beach and the open sea.

I mused, popping a piece of bread in my mouth. “You, a tattoo? Good girl Sophia with permanent ink, I can’t picture it..” He teased me and I couldn’t help but smile. “I resent that statement.” I scoffed, throwing a hand over my heart in mock offence. Jasper’s smile widened, “What would you get?” He leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. “The elements; air, fire, earth and water and a crescent moon with a shadow.” The image had been playing in my head for a while.