Holly Tattoo December Birth Flower の小説・ストーリー

she explained "Now the flower below the ocean is a lotus flower and it symbolizes purity, renewal and eternity while the combination of red and white roses on my upper arm symbolize unity," she finished pulling away to look at me and I there staring at her in appreciation, not really expecting to hear such a beautiful explanation. "What?" she asked smiling and I released a small laugh. "Nothing you just surprised me," "Meaning?" "I didn't expect the meanings behind your tattoos to be so," I started pausing not really being able to find a word to describe what she had just expressed.

“Actually it’s passed. It’s technically not even in the winter. It’s in November, but I like to pretend it’s in the same season. It’s about a month off.” “So you just had your birthday then?” She nodded. I pressed my hands a bit deeper into my pockets. “I’ll have to get you a belated gift!” She scoffed. “Please, between the graduation stuff and… well… this, I guess, you’ve done plenty.” “Next year then,” I muttered. Holly’s gaze flicked up to me again shortly before returning to the houses around us. We both let the conversation come to a gentle pause as we walked side by side and admired the houses along main street and the decorations in the yards.

The cold winter wind blew through Eve’s hair, as her mother, Holly, smiled affectionally at the small girl. She was so beautiful in every way, Holly thought. She would always think that. Holly chose the name Eve for her daughter because she had always believed the eve of every holiday was the most exciting day. Holly went to bed full of joy on Christmas Eve, ready to open her presents. The night before easter she would waste her time until she fell asleep thinking of all the possible little nooks and crannies the easter bunny would hide delicious eggs for her to find in the morning. Holly was no longer a little girl, but her love for the holidays never faded, and the only thing she looked fo

special. "Just you?" I don't know if that's an answer or a question. He just grinned and went straight to the monitor. "What design do you want?" I thought about it, and I decided to have the Gladiolus flower tattooed on me since it typically symbolizes honor and remembrance. But it has many other meanings too such as: Strength of character. Faithfulness, sincerity, and integrity. It's just so perfect for me. "Gladiolus. You know that?" My answer.

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

His. And he, my blade-wielding fury, my war-forged shadow, he was mine. The storm had passed, but the fire between us still glowed, banked low but unextinguished. I rolled onto my side, fingers tracing the tattoo along his ribs, the one I'd never seen before now. An old glyph. The sigil of the Hollow. "What does it mean?" I asked softly. He glanced down, then smiled faintly. "It means rebirth."

My breath hitched as I recognized the intricate design—a mate tattoo. My mind reeled, questions crashing into each other like waves in a storm. How? When? Who? I couldn’t tear my gaze away from it. It didn’t make sense. A mate tattoo was scared, a bond forged by fate itself. It appeared only when the Moon Goddess seemed two souls meant for one another. But Olivia? My grip on her tightened as my thoughts spiraled. Was it possible she’d gotten it done at some tattoo shop, oblivious to the meaning? No, that couldn’t be it. The lines were too precise, too ethereal. This was no human creation.

The bond exploded, silver and gold intertwining in blinding light, sealing us eternally. Tattoos bloomed across her skin…. her small red full moon on her breast glowed crimson, extending in golden branches with silver petals across her torso, her arms… her whole body, beautiful and ancient. My crescent moon on my right shoulder shone silver, Kieran's on his left mirroring it, linking us forever.

"Stupid. Stupid girl." She opened the top drawer of her vanity. Pushed to the very back, hidden under a pile of silk ribbons, was a small, dried flower. A baby’s breath. It was old. Brittle. Eleven years old, perhaps. Holly touched it, and a ghostly pain shot through her stomach; a cramping ache that had nothing to do with hunger. She remembered being sixteen. She remembered the fear. She remembered the "help" she had been given. It’s for the best, Holly. You are too young. And my position... well. We must be practical.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.