Chrysanthemum Drawing Tattoo Novels & Stories

My jerremy coiled out, wrapping around his butterfly tattoo again, when its purple wings nipped with magic. “Your ink,” I asked, “is that what’s controlling your nature?” “Do you like it? Such a clever tattoo with magic woven into it that hides my Curse, when appearing nothing more than the mark of the Alpha Empire, where the Purple King butterfly is our national emblem,” King spat out, flinching as I reached to touch the tattoo. I instantly pulled back. “I’m sorry, it’s just so…”

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

I would give my all to her. I bet she never knew I had a tattoo on my left chest covered in plumeria flowers that represented her. The five leaves represent sincerity, faith, devotion, aspiration, and surrender. Everything dedicated to her. I had her initials on one of the leaves because at all cost, I will always surrender my heart to her. I wanted to see her again but maybe it wasn’t right to see her so soon. A part of me pushing to get a glimpse of her. Maybe I’ll stop by the school next week to get Olivia. Make an excuse to just be in sight of her.

“Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be near.” I waited until she disappeared behind the swinging kitchen door before turning my full attention towards my drawing book. My awkward fumbling of the pencil stopped as I gripped it in a tight hold. Idea’s grew from the toxic darkness that lingered, the pointed tip of the lead carefully sketching a hand grasping an entwined honeysuckle and rose crown. A flower crown. A simple smile. Erasing some of the shaded blackness that colored the eyes. Yeah, I think I will color this one.

Rose I started to rummage through my closet in search of an outfit still wearing a robe after getting out of the shower. I had decided to take advantage of Sunday and sleep late, forgetting that I had arranged to go out with Liam and the others. I removed the robe, turning sideways in front of the mirror to apply the healing ointment to the tattoo before placing a new clear bandage over it. I spread the ointment gently over the skin, resisting the temptation to scratch the area, admiring the delicate sunflower design surrounded by two daisies, forming a small bouquet.

Rhylent slipped out of Chasm's back hole and rose from the bed. The alien grabbed a glass plate and then returned to the Nebos. Chasm stayed flat on the bed, still trying to catch his breath. He'd never orgasmed so hard before. "Here." When Rhylent held up a glass plate, Chasm lifted himself to a sitting position so he could stare at the mark of the Rosh. Chasm studied the reflection of his chest in the mirror. A few drops of blood marked his flesh, but the black rose tattoo was more noticeable. It was larger than his last one, and it matched Rhylent's. The intricate pattern of the flower went all the way up to his shoulder, just like the alien's rose.

Bella barely winces as she remains hunched over her chair, looking serene and nearly relaxed except for the constant chatter going on between her and the woman wielding the tattoo gun. She has decided to get a heavily shaded Calla lily, no extra colors added, but the outline alone promises to yield a stunning, elegant flower to soon bloom on her back. Meanwhile Carlos is busy sketching the dragon on my arm, and we don't really talk that much - then again I get the impression he's equally amused about Bella and his daughter giggling and laughing away like old friends, and I don't feel like breaking his concentration. It's fascinating to watch him

His outfit was completed with sneakers that matched the colour of his jeans. I could see the ink that covered his right arm. It was from his wrist leading up to the length of his arm and disappearing under the sleeve of his shirt. I could make out some of the images. I saw a rose with a name scribbled on the stem, Jesus Christ with his hands clasped, and some teardrops flowing from his eyes. I never thought about tattoos being sexy, but looking at his, I got an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

Once again she trails a hand on his chest, tracing the outline of the tattoo, it's now that her eyes find something different with the tattoo, there is a letter 'S' tattoed in a calligraphical manner instead of the original stem, you wouldn't realise its a letter instead of the actual stem of the flower since whoever tattoed this had made a damn good job of concealing it from wandering eyes. She trails the letter, wondering its meaning. Did the S stand for her name?. Shevimmediately squashes that thought from her mind, let's not get that ahead of ourselves here. Damien watched as Serenity trailed a finger over his rose tattoo, her hand drew a 'S' like pattern where the stem was supposed to b