Novel & Cerita Chrysanthemum Tattoo Ideas

Cleverly placed, so unless you trace it with your finger it looks like a stem and nothing more. A dandelion, a weed you can find everywhere. Common and ugly, unremarkable because of how many of them grow, until that is, it morphs into delicate light seed heads that find the wind and fly to freedom on the breeze. Such pretty things that have so much potential to go far, and I told myself that’s what I was and what I was doing when I changed Lisa to Camilla. Stupid sentiment, stupid tattoo! I can barely look at it at all anymore.

It wasn’t as grand as the first two gifts, but it was nevertheless still surprising. Basically, he had designed an intricate logo that represented his love for Xavia. It included the number thirty-nine, as well as a jasmine flower in the background. That, however, wasn’t the end of the gift. Long story short, he had the logo tattooed right above his crotch!

"I have a favor to ask." "What is it?" Lorenzo's voice sounded tired. "Your tattoo… the one on your arm…" My heart skipped a beat. Lorenzo had an iris tattooed on his forearm. My favorite flower. A symbol of our love. "The iris?" Lorenzo asked. “Yes,” Cassandra’s voice was a venomous sugar. “Every time I see it, it’s a reminder… of her. Can’t you just… cover it up? For me?” A long silence. I held my breath, waiting.

“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.

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

And he spoke to Catherine, who was standing by his side. Are you ignoring me? Well, I don't have a choice either. I took Tyler's hand and gave the flowers saying, "This is yours now. It's your wish to do whatever you want with it. But please don't throw it away. It looks beautiful and smells really good." When he looked at me without uttering a word, I started to walk away as I said, "Stay tuned for the next flower, Mr Ackerman." After that day, I started giving him different types of flowers with cute meanings. Like Aster resembling symbols of love, baby's breath for everlasting love, chrysanthemums and so on.

Within 5 minutes the sound of helicopters overhead alerts us both to their presence. After they touch down, 6 enforcers from two helicopters march towards us. As they get closer I notice that they are covered in tattoos with one that is the same on all six, although on different parts of their arms--A golden chrysanthemum with three drops of blood falling from the petals.

Letting go of Samantha’s hand, I watch as she positions herself on the chair before I move closer so I can stand next to her. “Great,” Dante murmurs. “I was told you want a tattoo of shaded bricks with a flower growing out of them.” Samantha nods. “And I want the words ‘stronger than ever’ over the bricks as if it’s graffiti.” Dante nods, then asks, “Where do you want the tattoo?” Her features tighten, and she looks more nervous than usual as she gestures at her side. When I realize it will be a couple of inches beneath her breast, there’s a burst of jealousy in my chest because Dante will be working close to what I consider mine.

I thought to lie but his tone wasn’t judgy so I answered honestly. “My ex-husband.” “And this is your first tattoo?” Thankfully, no further questions about the ex-husband. “Yes, first and only.” “You know you could just just remove it instead of drawing over it if you’re not a fan of tattoos.” I had thought of that but no, I wanted a coverup tattoo. It was going to be a bunch of zinnias, a flower that is known to thrive even in the harshest conditions. Drawing it over Harry’s name would be symbolic to say that regardless of my current challenges, I blossomed.

One with a mixture of two pretty flowers, a pink and purple duo with a small note attached. “Congratulations girlfriend. R.” Reid. I’m not much of a flower lover to know their names but I know a few and the occasions that warrant them. I stare at the other bouquet, a white petaled flower spread out differently. A white chrysanthemum bouquet is nothing to wish a person congratulations but a pretty threat wrapped in pretty silk and perfume. “You are no more a dumb blonde, congratulations.” This flower is a death threat, and it does its job with just its meaning… and I know that it means nothing well.