Chrysanthemum Hand Tattoo Novels & Stories

Then in a blink of an eye his features became more relaxed and I too felt the tension leaving me as the burning sensation on my arm had all but disappeared. Hesitantly, we both looked down at our arms and we both had a matching tattoo like design that took up our forearms. There was a purple amethyst heart the size of a quarter dollar and there seemed to be echings in the stone...initials. Both the letters, B and D. The amethyst stone had a set of fairy wings on its sides. The wings were like a translucent silver that glistened by a simple move of our hands. There were fine lined gold beams of light coming off of the wings that sparkeled along with the silver. Once again it was a perfect com

“We need to stop him.” “And we will.” She said softly as she dropped her hands from my shoulders and my right one. A soft, cool tingling danced on my wrist, and I opened my eyes. A small patch of my skin glowed with a bright green light, and when it died down, a beautiful tattoo was left on me. “What’s this?” I asked as she let go of my hand, and I held it closer to my face. It was a small, green, intricate, four-clover leaf design that shimmered in the moonlight.

The poor woman has dark circles under her eyes, her cheeks hollow and her overall complexion is alarmingly pale. Most noticeable is the intricate floral tattoo that snaked down her right arm to the wrist and the one inked onto her shoulder blade: a raven with red feathers and an arrow in its beak. It feels strange seeing the design on someone else. It’s cleaner, the linework neater than it used to be, but its purpose is still the same. She’s a part of Chet’s crew. Penelope runs into the room with the first aid kit. I rip into it and get to work, cleaning up the worst of her wounds before applying bandages.

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

he said, opening the lid. Inside rested the chrysanthemum jewelry. Rose-gold earrings shaped like petals with a tiny diamond at the center. A bracelet delicate as lace, gleaming in soft curves. The necklace—a centerpiece—featured a single blooming chrysanthemum, petals etched with gold, the chain so fine it was nearly invisible. Emilia’s lips parted, her hand covering her mouth. “Max…” He gently lifted the earrings. “May I?” She nodded. He fastened them to her ears, one at a time. Then offered the bracelet. She slipped it on.

Jean murmured, finishing up the piece for me. Ciaran was covered in ink. So was Dargan. Ranging from geometric art to roses and the like. The pain couldn't be that unbearable if they had sat through so many hours. Or had they drank themselves into a stupor as well whilst doing it? Adelia turned to one wall, eyeing a semicolon tattoo. The bottom of it was a butterfly with its wings slightly open. The top was its head, antennae sticking from it. She looked at it this way and that until I stepped closer. Her eyes averted and I knew what she felt. Shame.

“Fine, but I’m here when you’re ready to talk. Don’t forget, I love you, Death Bear.” She brings my hands to her soft lips, kissing the back of it right on my tattoo of a yellow rose tipped with red that drips blood drops to my fingers. It’s one of the few I have in color. It’s symbolic of friendship and falling in love. I had gotten it when I first realized the innate connections I have with Jase. The connection with him is like the one I have with Carley. I’d see the world drowning in rivers of blood at my hands for them alone.

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.

He paused and glanced at Tate, as he clenched his fingers tightly into a fist, the urge to punch him hard on the face spurred through him, but he knew that would be a disaster if he dared raise his hand on him. "To watch me?" She scoffed unbelievably as she crossed her arms on her chest. "Uhm... Yes. I got this for you," He said as he held out the chrysanthemums bunch of flowers he has been holding since, while having a smile lingering on his face.

Do you see a chrysanthemum flower carved there? Amanda's expression hardened, and her lips twitched uncontrollably. She lifted the pendant in disbelief and carefully checked the pattern carved on it. This was a pendant that she had been wearing for years. So, of course, she knew what pattern it was. Nevertheless, she still held onto the last thread of hope and decided to check one more time. Upon seeing the pattern, she nearly fainted on the spot. Just as Larissa had said, on the pendant was a vividly carved chrysanthemum!