Dogwood Flower Tattoo Novels & Stories

She asked, thinking that he probably walked down all those stairs. “No. Thank you.” He put the cup down. “I see you got a tattoo.” “Ah… yes.” “It must be Marcus. He is known for his art.” He was indeed talented. “A dandelion. Interesting.” “Does it mean something?” She asked. “A dandelion represents hope and healing. One blowing in the wind means a wish for a good fate.” She frowned. “Do you think Marcus knows that?” He smiled. “I am not sure, but sometimes we do things by instinct without truly knowing.”

“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.

Right there, above her navel is the mark. I take in the black and white flowers tattooed over her right shoulder. The delicate leaves end right beneath her key bone and it seems to climb behind her shoulder too. A black lily climbs its way up the side of her left hip. The same lily in white is wrapped around yhe the black one snaking down it.

It didn’t hurt like I had thought it would, but then again, he wasn’t trying to pull out of me. He slammed the lid of the toilet closed and carefully took a seat on it. I could feel his eyes burning into my skin as I traced the flower tattoos. “Moonflowers,” he said softly. “It’s what you called them. You always brought me one when you visited with your mom while I was healing.” I blinked at him. “They grow in the forest near Reeves’s house.” I leaned forward, trying to study the tattoo closer, hoping it would help me remember. But nothing happened. There were no flashbacks like there had been when I entered the room upstairs.

"And if she was here and she got the chance to see you, she would be thrilled to see another strong woman just like you." Flora got the message that his mom was already gone in this world. She uttered a silent prayer for Damien's mom's peace wherever she may be. "Yeah, we are divorced, so I can start anew," Flora patted her chest with pride and confidence. "Do you want to cover that one, too?" Damien asked, pointing at her right arm. Then he showed her a set of tribal tattoo designs which would cover her scars entirely and beautifully. Flora looked at the designs Damien showed her and chose one with a heart surrounded by widespread wings side by side.

Jessamine wanted to pull her hand away, but Thaddeus tightened his grip so much that she felt a jolt of pain. As they pushed and pulled, they heard the sound of something ripping. The sleeves of Jessamine's clothes were torn. Thaddeus was stunned to see the tattoo on her shoulder. It was a picture of a Red Spider Lily. If he looked closely, he could see the indents of a horrifying scar hidden in the petals. The red spider lily was a flower that symbolized death and rebirth, a fitting symbol of Jessamine's situation.

“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.

I loved that he didn’t shave or wax all the way… it seemed more manly to me, plus it was soft to the touch and I couldn’t wait to feel more. He had tattoos, but he wasn’t tatted out like I had expected from a biker. He had the Dogs of Fire logo on his inner forearm, and that same arm was sleeved up to his shoulder. The other arm was also sleeved, but ended at the elbow. Down his left side and slightly across his ribs was a black and white tattoo of the lily flower with the word “Lily” interwoven in the design.

“If this is another wild goose chase, I swear I will leave the lot of you.” “How many times have you said that? And yet, you always come back to us,” said by the one with blue hair in a lazy tone. “Don’t worry. Because according to the information I found, we’re in the right place.” The gray-haired guy tsked. “And how many times have we encountered trouble because of that information of yours?” “We’re definitely in the right place,” said by another, the one with chestnut brown hair. “Can’t you smell the air? It’s filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers,” he said excitedly to the others.

"Hurry up and answer it, why are you telling me this? " Nathaniel felt as if he had become Mango's subordinate but he didn't hesitate any further and put the call on hands-free. "Mr. Ye, I've heard it from Rainie that the leader of the group of men who went to attack the Blu family had a tattoo on his arm. She didn't know what flower is it but she kept it in her mind and drew it down as well. I'll send it to you through WhatsApp." Nathaniel's and Mango's expressions changed the moment they heard Thomas's words. Was it a poppy flower?