Cross With Butterfly Tattoo Novels & Stories

I went downstairs and grabbed beers from the fridge and a fruit juice for me because intoxicating things are a huge no-no for me. When I came to the door, I paused. “Come on, baby. You don’t remember me? You should. Your work is right here.” The girl turned around and sat up on her elbows, spreading her legs. She revealed a tattoo of butterfly wings on both sides of her inner thighs. “I remember the work. I don’t remember you.” Croix said, his face so neutral and tone so cold like a girl with her legs spread isn’t in front of him right now. “Do you want me to finish this fucking tattoo or not?”

I know I should have looked away or walked out but I was frozen at the spot, in awe of how far she was taking this. “Please, just this once Xander. Let me feel your touch. Just fuck me however you want. Just once, please…” She walked swiftly towards me, her breasts jiggling as she moved. She made sure she was right in front of me before she turned around with her buttocks at the middle of my legs. My eyes hit it! The butterfly tattoo!

I said, accepting her call on FaceTime. "You're just jealous you can't stand getting a tattoo. " She drawls. "Anywayyyy. Check out my tattoo." She lifts up her tank top. There's a large butterfly there with little Rs attached to the sides. "Butterflies indicate new beginnings," she beamed like she told me. Normally, butterflies would look hella childish, but the way the tattoo artist did it made it look nice. "It's beautiful." "I know, right." She put her shirt down, sitting right in front of the desk she put her laptop. "You should get one too." She lowers her voice. "After everything."

Kenji pulled down part of the collar of his coat from the left side of his neck, exposing a black butterfly tattoo with spread wings just above his collarbone on the left side of his neck. Yuri’s eyes widened when she saw it. And now that she actually looked closely, she can see that a black chain was also looped three times around Kenji’s left wrist, from which a silver crescent moon pendant engraved with the Roman numeral of two hung from. “This is the mark of the Phantoms,” said Kenji, pulling his coat collar back up again, and looking at Yuri. “There is a reason why the mark of the Phantoms is the butterfly. It is for the sole reason alone that the butterfly is the most mysterious and al

The gold dust on the butterfly’s wings fell in tiny showers. “It’s still not enough. It doesn’t hurt enough,” she whispered. Her fingernails pressed into her palm without thinking. A faint brown mark appeared there. It was an old wound. “The butterfly that can truly break out of its cocoon must carry blood.” Yvette wore long sleeves and pants. In the warm studio, only her neck was exposed. The glass wall reflected the new butterfly tattoo behind her ear. Its broken wing perfectly covered the scar left by the chandelier that had fallen back then.

Only I knew she was alive and the tattoos were meaningful, still are. The tattoo was inspired by Talitha. She got a tattoo of a snake shedding its skin with a tiny butterfly next to it. I loved it. The work was implacable, I couldn't draw my eyes away from it, it was us. I wanted my own so I got the same tattoo on the side of my waist, right below my ribs on the tight. Mine is the opposite, a snake is wrapped around the butterfly playfully with a the quote, "Evil and good both win." That was two years ago. Adrian likes that tattoo the most, he adorns it with his mouth every time he has me bound to his bed, he likes it. He joked he would get my name on him but as much as I want my name on him

Arguing with her at this moment seem pointless, I decide to avert her attention by asking the question I've always wanted to ask. “The butterfly tattoo on your back, how long has it been there?” I asked. She scoffed. “Since high school, just like my brother, my parent are very religious, and they'll kill me if they find out that I got a tattoo”. She laughs, “Actually, Sally drew the tattoo. She used to say; butterflies are God's proof that we'll be….” “..... Given a second chance” I interrupt impulsively, it feels like I've heard such before.

"I know it's crazy but she was the only one my mind goes to immediately father said about all these" "Why?" "Because she has a black butterfly tattoo on her neck!" Waylen turn to look at Rowan for a while and then chuckle before looking away and bringing out a stick of cigarette from it's box and placing it back on the table. "It's a red butterfly tattoo on the back!. Ofcourse everyone must have a butterfly tattoo wherever so don't think is anyone with that tattoo is Lucia Profaci". Rowan sighed. "I still feel this strong aura around her like she's just not a normal person. Yunno? Someone that holds a high personality"

“How about this? We'll each design our tattoos. Then later, when you get better, I'll take you to my artist.” Annabelle nodded, and he handed her a pen. Without saying a word, he uncapped the other one and leaned forward, drawing on her shoulder. Annabelle tried to sneak a peek. “Ah-ah. No peeking,” he warned, a small smile playing on his lips. When he finished, he leaned back to admire his work. Annabelle looked down at her shoulder and froze. He had drawn a little butterfly intricate and beautiful, surrounded by charms that seemed to shimmer even in ink. Tears welled in her eyes. She kissed him. Once. Twice. Three times. Then she uncapped her pen and leaned toward him. Gently, she drew a b

He kіѕѕеs bасk uр tо hеr bеllу buttоn whіlе he undoes hеr јеаnѕ, tuggіng thеm dоwn tо hеr mіd-thіghѕ. He wоrks his wау оutѕіdе tо hеr wаіѕt аnd uрреr thіghѕ, раuѕіng јuѕt fоr а ѕесоnd аѕ he rеасhеs her rіght hір. It wаѕ thе оnlу unnаturаl mаrk оn hеr bоdу: а ѕmаll tаttоо, thе оutlіnе оf а butterfly. He has nеvеr known whу ѕhе gоt іt; ѕhе has аlwауѕ сlаіmеd іt wаѕ the only companion she had had back then when she was still very young and felt like an outcast—that was before she met Demika. But she’d told herself that if she was ever going to get a tattoo, it would be a butterfly… to remind her of her humble beginning and her weird attachment to garden creatures.