Chrysanthemum Hand Tattoo Novels & Stories

For a moment, Gu Mocheng thought his eyes had been mistaken, but the truth stared him right in the face: a tattoo on the back left side of her waist. It was not odd for girls to have tattoos, especially girls with strong personalities like her. However, the tattoo’s design was one he really did not wish to see. A red crane flower bloomed enchantingly at her waist. It glowed especially brightly--vivid and dazzling. Gu Mocheng was not unfamiliar with this tattoo. It could be said that he was very familiar with it. That was because people with these tattoos were his arch enemies.

‘I still want to go in there but don’t worry I won’t turn on the gravitational force switch’. ‘Okay, but don’t try to get curious now transfer the merit points through your student identity jade’. A green round jade, the size of a fist appeared on ivory hands. The jade was what was used to identify students and it could be stored in one’s soul space. Ivory made little of her ice energy enter the green jade, suddenly a screen appeared in the mid air, her picture was on the screen and also her personal details. Name: Ivory Hemming Harmony Age: 17

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

That was a bit harsh but I smiled. He stratched his forehead. “What… what does that tattoo mean?” I asked. “Which one? I got a lot of tattoos.” Now we back to the Unkind husband? “Datura Flower on your hand.” I leaned to him and when I was about to touch him I stopped. “Can I touch you?” I asked, the way he looked at me when I asked made me feel bad. He nodded and I touched his hand.

So he only suggested something like a ring or a star tattoo on her hand. "You won't have to undress if you want a tattoo in your hands or wrists, right?" Damien cleared his suggestion. Flora's facial expression started to brighten up again. Her slightly growing mien smiled widely. "Let's see if you can bear the pain," Damien chuckled. "In case you didn't know, this thing needs a needle, after all."

He rolled up the first of his sleeves and stretched his hand out so it caught the light. His entire sleeve was a canvas of intricate tattoos, with a clock dominating the design, its inner gears showing and extending down to his wrists. Surrounding the clock was a blooming rose flower, its petals wilting. Delicate rose flowers bloomed around it, their petals hugging the clock, yet also wilting, as if succumbing to the passage of time. Dominating the top part of his hand was what I assumed was an angel, with a dark cloak over his body and a blade buried in his chest

I chuckle in self embarrassment and step down. A bunch of chrysanthemums flowers got pushed into my view, and, my head tilt back before I slowly lift my hands to collect them. My fingers graze through its florets; they were smooth and velvety: Its petals delicate and papery, yet some of its ridges were so pronounced, and folding— There's only one of this type in this world every season. How did he get his hands on it? And this comes every summer which is already over— This flower should have wilted or be wilting right now but it looks just as fresh.

“We have to run now.” I dig my hands into his pocket, pulling out the dried flowers I hid there last night. “You kept these?” My voice breaks as he crushes the dead flowers. Dust falls between us. Thorns dig into his palm, and blood hits the shattered glass beneath our feet. “I know this is your favourite petals, so I planted new ones every spring.” His fingers unbutton his shirt as moonlight cuts through the window, painting stripes on his bare chest. Over his heart, my childhood face is tattooed into his skin.

Outside, the sun was bright. The March wind carried the scent of flowers. I stood there for a moment, squinting into the light. Then I drove to Lena’s grave. The headstone was white. There was her name, dates, and a small carved daisy. I crouched and placed a bouquet of white lilies in front of it. “Lena.” The wind stirred the petals. “I did it for you.” I raised my right hand. The sunflower tattoo on my wrist caught the light.

"There are two different kinds. Chrysanthemum and dahlia." "That's amazing work." Almost as if they were living flowers on her skin, there were no harsh black lines. Just pinks, golds, whites, greens, burgundies, and purples. They were so life-like I had to stop myself from leaning down and sniffing them. "What do they mean?" I turned her around so I could see it up close. My nose almost brushing her skin, I saw that the tattoo edged up her spine in a color so close to her skin color, I could have mistaken it for a shadow or something. "It's huge."