Novel & Cerita Family Matching Cousin Tattoos

As identical twins we have a different bond than the rest of our siblings. We used to look exactly alike, but when puberty started Ezra began shaving and well, I didn’t. I started getting tattoos and he stopped after the first one. I stared at my wrist where my crescent moon tattoo was surrounded by the rest of my sleeve. We had both gotten the crescent moon to honor our pack. We were sixteen and had gotten it done in a human tattoo parlor. Since we looked older than our age, they didn’t question it. Mom and Abba were so mad and Dad thought it was awesome.

The cherry on this sundae , is that my eyes were not able to leave his bare chest – his tattoos were impeccable. I wish I could just reach out and trace every single one of them ; just as I was having that thought , I see my cousin’s hand raise up and her petite fingers begin to trace his tattoo’s. My heart sinks as I watch her do what I wish I could. My eyes are so fixated on her fingers , that I did not realize that the tiger has his eye on it’s prey.

I realized how much I missed him, more than I had admitted to myself. “You really love tattoos,” I remarked as he casually removed his shirt. His back was covered in intricate black and gray tattoos—half a skull, half the face of a crying woman. His shoulders and arms were adorned with shading, letters, and flowers that had intertwined over time. I noticed the names of my parents, mine, and his pack etched on a cross. My dad would have had a fit if I had even a single tattoo.

“Oh, good! Mommy says tattoos last forever. That would be sad because yours are ugly. Brother Ben’s are cool, though. If you want cool tattoos, you should ask Brother Ben to take you. He said not to tell Mommy or Daddy, but he’s going to take me and Cousin Calum to get one when we turn 18. I’m going to get it on my back because Mommy can’t see it on my back. Cousin Calum wants it on his forehead. Cousin Courtney isn’t going to like that.” “No,” Harriet giggled, “I don’t suspect she will.” “Do you know Cousin Courtney too?” She nodded, the sad look on her face again. “I knew her very well too.” “You knew everyone. Were you a member of the pack? Before you got punished? Did Daddy punish you? H

“Bigger than I planned, but it works. You want to look around?” I shook my head, my mind already made up. “Actually… I need you for something a little more personal.” Jaden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” I rolled up my sleeve, exposing my wrist. “I want a tattoo. Something meaningful.” He nodded, walking closer, eyes scanning me like he could read the story etched in my veins. “Go on.” I inhaled sharply. “I want my sister’s name—Luna—inked on my wrist. And… with an infinity symbol. Around it, connected. Something that… shows she’s always with me.”

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

His fingers glistened faintly in the candlelight before he brought them to his lips and licked them clean, eyes locked on me. “To family,” he echoed. I drank too fast, and the wine burned a path down my throat. The dessert was chocolate torte. I couldn’t eat. Kael’s foot nudged mine under the table, then stayed there, warm against my ankle. “Picture time!” Dorian declared, waving his phone. “Everyone in the lounge. Family first—me, Cass, Elara when she wakes up, and Kael. The new Moreau clan.” My stomach dropped. “Perfect,” Kael said. He stood, offered me his hand like a gentleman. “Cassia?”

Mom with her wild auburn hair whipping in the wind, Dad grinning beside her, and me as a gangly teenager, my arms wrapped around a much younger Aofie. They looked so alive, so unbreakable. A perfect family portrait, or so I'd always thought. I stared at the photo under the dim bulb's flickering glow, my breath catching. My eyes lingered on Mom's wrist, where a bracelet of seashells partially obscured her skin. I squinted, tilting the photo closer to the light. There, peeking out from beneath the shells, was a tattoo — a bold, stylized letter V, etched in delicate black ink, the lines curving like a serpent's tail.

“No my love, it wasn’t painful because it’s not a tattoo, it’s a birth mark.” “Really Woah! But it’s shaped so perfectly, it’s too precise to be a birthmark!.... are you messing with me?” She glared in warning. He gave a short bark of laughter. “No I promise, I’m not. It’s truly a birthmark. I had it since I was born, my father had it too, same with my grandfather, and the father before that.... it runs in the family.” “Wow! So does Uncle Cedric have one?”

Below it, I wore faded denim shorts that showed off my long, dusky skinned legs paired with a fashionable pair of black heeled boots that went just above the ankle. So the spreading, navy blue tattoo was clearly visible for the world to see and it formed a tribal tattoo exactly identical to the one Chester had on his chest !! “That’s the mark of my father’s clan,” he revealed. “It is said that only true lovers are able to get exactly identical tattoos which is the rarest of rare case, believe me, specially if the lover is not from the same clan,” he elucidated. “This mark will always protect you and give you my part of the courage and energy if you ever need it when I am not with you. It is