Family Matching Cousin Tattoos Novels & Stories

Leonidas stared at his friend as the male got another tattoo on his back, the red panther tattoo being his neck being the only red thing in the sea of black creatures and words. The man doing the tattoo, a Dionysus Familia, by the name of Stratos, a friend of Loukas made him felt a bit uncomfortable because of his way of speaking and numerous rings on his nose but there was nothing he could tell Loukas to change the male's mind on him. Leonidas felt his eyes stray again to the red tattoo on Loukas' back, a little bit of jealousy filling him.

The garage got eerily quiet, and the outside world came back into focus when I heard a car drive by and a kid scream in the street. Ethan and Carson looked at each other, then at me. Carson finally spoke. "Isn't that illegal?" "We aren't related. We share foster parents, not blood." "But doesn't that make you first cousins?" "No, Ethan. It makes us of no relation. Nada. Zilch. None." "But you basically grew up together." I pulled my hair at the roots, kicking myself for letting that secret slip. "So, by that rationale, if Grace Dawson decided tomorrow she wanted to give you her virginity, you'd say no because you two grew up together? You know, since your parents are best friends?"

I don't believe it and why should I believe someone like him. "I'm not saying that he can betray you. I'm saying that he might be related to the triangles." He said. I looked down at his chest and frowned. What's that? He put me down and my hands on their own moved towards his chest as I slightly pulled his collar away only to find a tattoo on his chest. A tattoo of his name just like Justin had one. "I assume, my brother had it too." He said while looking down at me and I nodded while I slightly caressed his tattoo. I flinched when all of a sudden he grabbed my wrist in his hand.

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Destiny stared at the lines on her body. Her mother's tattoo had been more like a maze, lines ran apart from each other, but always running parallel. Hers were more floral. It looked like vines had grown all over her body. It gracefully followed the curve of her hips and breast. Likewise, it ran double helices down the sides of her legs and her spine. It flowered up at the base of her neck and was embedded with lotus blossoms. Normally, she wasn't into flowery designs, but this tattoo was fascinating, there was something powerful, mystical about it. They looked more like tribal flowers rather than Hawaiian shirt flowers. That would have been very un

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

"Well, you could just be wearing like contacts or something, and even if you are twins, how would I know who is who and who to trust?" He rolls his eyes. "Oh, that's an easy one." "How so?" I challenge. "We each have a distinct tattoo." " I didn't see any tattoo on him," I admit. "What kind of tattoo is it?" "It's a marking of who we are and later whom we are mated to." "Oh, yeah, I didn't see one on Sam." "Were you really paying attention?" He steps closer, allowing me to smell his earthy scent. "It's on our thigh right next to our ... well, you get the point."

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

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

Our eyes held for a moment too long, and I felt that now-familiar flutter in my stomach that both thrilled and terrified me. Kev finished Rafael's tattoo in half the time mine had taken, given its simpler design. "There you go," he said, wiping it clean. "Sun and stars. Suits you two." We held our wrists side by side, admiring how the black ink stood out against our skin, his olive tone, my paler complexion. If we pressed our wrists together, his sun would align perfectly with my constellation, like they belonged together. Like we belonged together. The thought ambushed me, dangerous in its temptation. I couldn't think that way. Not with my prognosis hanging over me like a shadow.

AJ was one of my first partners in crime, back when we were teens. "Uptown. Glad to be back, no lie," I roll my sleeves up to my elbow and unbutton my shirt to mid chest, making sure that all of my ink is on display. In this world, these tattoos are an important part of our identity. Each tat has a meaning. The vines are for my crew, each thorn a successful mission. One little rosebud for Livy, when I took her into my home. A large cross across my chest for my parents, a bleeding heart for my sister Jane.