Meaningful Brother And Sister Tattoos Novels & Stories

“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.”

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

The sight of his fear makes my heart ache for him. "I can't, I took an oath." He stands off the bed and lifts his shirt over his head, muscles in his arms flexing as he does so. His smooth toned body greets me and I suck in a breath, my eyes roaming his body. He points at a section on his skin, ignoring my burning stare. A tattoo is inked across his chest. "Do you see this?" He asks me quietly and I nod, having studied it plenty of times before. "It translates to brother in Spanish. I got this when I joined the gang years ago. Every gang member has to get it, Amil brands us all. Once we have it, we're brothers. You don't leave your brothers."

Some relationships are unpredictable and they are made from heaven. I slapped his chest and corrected, "Brother doesn't tie, sister ties 'Rakhi' on brother's rights hand. And in return, the brother promises to protect his sister lifelong." He scratched his neck and added, "Mistake is done. Now, you have to promise me that you will protect me," He pouted like a kid. I giggled as he is conducting too much drama. "Now stop crying, you are ruining my expensive tux," He whipped as I whispered laughing, "You are messing my hairstyle."

I say, impressed with her bad-ass attitude. “Well, I prefer to do these kinds of things alone,” she says. Without explaining further, I know exactly what she means. I notice her tattoo sleeve. It’s a collection of skulls and roses. I mark a ghostly trail along her arm, watching her flesh immediately erupt in goosebumps. I have her right where I want her, and she doesn’t even know. “Cool ink,” I say, tracing the dark shapes with my finger. “Does it mean anything?” She laughs nervously. “Nah, I just like the design. And I know it irritates the shit out of my brother—that’s why I got it.”

Her fingers idly traced the neckline of her dress before she asked, “That tattoo on your neck… the intertwined initials. What does it mean?” I didn’t answer right away. I could’ve deflected, changed the subject, but for some reason, I didn’t. “It’s to honor my brother and sister-in-law,” I said finally. “They died in a car accident years ago.” Audrey stilled, her expression softening. “I… I didn’t know you had a brother.” I studied her for a moment, and then, as if reading her mind, I added, “Not Victor. He’s not my brother.”

"We're mates, baby. It means we belong together." Noreen noticed the small tattoo behind Thiery's ear: a black moon in the center of a circle of standing wire. She felt behind her own ear. "That tattoo?" Noreen asked. "My mark? I don't even remember anything about it." Thiery's face darkened, just for a moment. "I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You."

His strong forearms were like sculpted works of art, and I found myself once again captivated by his tattoos. "You’re staring at me," he remarked, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. I shrugged, feigning indifference. "Just curious about your tattoos." "Art I've had since I was eighteen." "Something personal you prefer to keep to yourself?" His laughter was as dark as his persona. "A connection with my brothers. This merlot should suit your taste," he said, smoothly handing me a glass. "Thanks. Are you close with your brothers?" "Yes, very much so. The artwork also represents our family."