Chrysanthemum Hand Tattoo Novels & Stories

It was beautiful and she couldn’t stop the tears from falling as she stood up. It was a single flower with her name flowing out of the stem. It was also her favourite flower, a poppy. The petals were a dark red with the stem in black. Her finger lightly traced first Ryan’s tattoo and then Reid’s. “It’s beautiful …”

I shake my head at him and look away. He's sitting with his knees pulled up and his arms draped lazily over them, giving me a view of his arm and hand tattoos. He has 'love' and 'pain' tattooed across his knuckles; on his right hand, he has a rose, and on the left, he has a skull. My eyes follow up his arms looking at the artwork on them for a second before I rip them away and return my glare to him.

he demanded, capturing her fingers in a tight grip. He covered her much smaller hand and forced it to his hair roughened chest. He held her hand tightly for a moment until he was certain she wouldn't take her fingers away when he loosened his hold. Her eyes stayed on his tattoo as she traced the pattern. It was some kind of pagan tattoo, almost Celtic, but in the shape of a four-sided, bladed weapon. It protected his heart. She traced her fingertips over the intricate knots, fascinated by the depth of the work. Her nail accidentally scraped against his flat nipple, drawing a hiss from him. Her eyes flew to his and she nearly snatched her hand back. "Don't stop," he growled from between gritt

I didn’t feel anything; no regret or sadness or anything, I felt different and I liked it. I brought my hand to go face, tracing the lines of his face, and stopped when I got to his lips. Am I crazy if I say I want him again? My finger trailed down to his chest and I couldn’t help tracing every one of his tattoos. I wondered what prompted him to have so many, there are some in words m while others are just flowers and pictures. With just one look at the flower, I could tell what flower it was. The one that intrigued me the most was the picture of roses and thorns on his right arm.

I had a folder with all the entries for the tattoo ideas in it. "My favorites are these three." I mind-linked. She took out the top three and looked at them. The first one was a crescent moon with a swirling cloud thing behind it. The description was that we were called shadow pack, so it would make sense that we had a shadow of the moon to represent us. She then looked at the next one. It was two hands that looked to be made from shadows reaching for one another. Then she came to the last one.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

Never mind that the red spider lily tattoo suddenly appeared on the back of her hand, and the fact that it looked like a real flower… Why did the tattoo have a fragrant scent? Apart from actually being alive, this flower had every other quality… At that moment, Xyla felt chills down her spine again. The driver unintentionally looked up and saw the back of Xyla’s hand through the rearview mirror… He was stunned for a moment when he saw the flower that suddenly appeared on the back of her hand. “Hey… I wasn’t paying attention earlier. Did you get a tattoo, Ms. Quest? It’s lovely…” The driver said.

I took my hand back and muttered a sorry. Let him hold her today. I thought. The moon was shinning brilliantly through the curtains of the cloud and the light was falling on Damien's right arm which was completely tattooed. I don't know if he has tattoos on his back and chest but as much I have seen only his right arm is tattooed and his left arm is free of them.

And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top. Obscurité. Darkness. "I have another one in my hand." He showed his hand with a tattoo of a skull. "How come I have never noticed those?" I asked with surprised, never in life, I saw those tattoos. This is insane I'm must be going crazy. "Calm down the one on my hand I just got like last week." He chuckled and I sighed. "This is beautiful." I said in admiration as I gazed at his tattoos on his hand and his left arm.

I liked the idea of having something that would stick with me forever, especially something that clearly had great significance for him to embed into his skin. "I love them. They're really pretty," he smiled, a hint of possession clear in his eyes. I flushed at what I had said not meaning to let it out. As it was a mere thought. My hand subconsciously halted on the horizontal and vertical thick lines of ink with wonder and admiration. He laid his hand where mine was and drew it up to his shoulder leaning down to show me something. I gasped noting a small lotus flower that seemed to be new and was distinctively located on his clavicle and I smiled running my fingertips over it.