Meaningful Grandma Tattoos Novels & Stories

' I asked desperately wanting to know why she was that surprised. She said nothing but took Grandma Gina's phone and did as I had done with her mark. She gave the phone to me and I stared in bewilderment. The image of the golden wolf howling at the moon was drawn into my skin. It looked like it was tattooed. 'What is the meaning of this Grandma Gina?' I asked shaken from the whole event. 'It simply means Marshall belongs to the golden wolf and the golden wolf belongs to Marshall. It is a life pact,' Grandma Gina explained.

Grandma Talyssa was fully grey by the time she was forty-five, but it didn’t change how much Grandpa Titus loved her. Did Hexton somehow find out Ajna was my grandmother? Or is this just some really freaky fucking coincidence that I’m being made to kill a woman who looks like the woman who helped raised me? The woman who made me Moldovan Zeama whenever I wasn’t feeling well. The same woman who is the reason I have an Egyptian Lotus tattooed on my shoulder. I don’t know if this is a plot to fuck with my head or just a shitty coincidence, but either way, I have to do what I have to do.

Grandma laughed, “I know there will be a lot. I wish I could stay long enough to see them, but it looks like my time is almost done.” She put my hand in Luke’s and she put both of her hands around ours. I took a picture of our hands like that and grandma chuckled, “I know you two will take care of each other. When times are hard, you need to hold onto each other. Don’t let the world come between you or separate you. I love you both. It is almost time for me to be with my mate again. Don’t be sad for me, rejoice that I will be with him again. I don’t want you spending time crying over me. I want you to gather with the family and tell your fun memories of me. You need to be laughing more, so t

At least they will get to share something special together. My red dress clings tightly to my figure and frames my cleavage, the slit up the side making my family tattoo visible. The tattoo is of a fighting wolf and snake, their bodies entwining around my thigh. It’s our mark of honor as alpha daughters, usually appearing when we come of age. Mine made its debut on the night my mother died.

Everyone except me. Grandpa crowned me the whore of the evening. In addition to my fine performance that night, he said that he was proud of me for getting my tattoos. Grandma presented me with two great big horse dildos as my reward for being such a slut, fitted to have a 'creampie function'. Out here in the country, I'd only ever had 1 dildo to call my own and neither this big. Whilst everyone got dressed, I rode my new gifts. I felt like such a good whore of the family to be taking such big cock whilst everyone was spent.

Feeling a little sweaty suddenly, I put the bouquet down where her grandmother motioned for me to do so. "I gotta tell you," Betty said as we both took seats next to her bed now. "You always know who's gonna turn out good kids and who's not. Your daddy and grandma done good with you boys, despite what all the talk in town's always been. Your mama dying at such an early age of your lives couldn't have been easy. And I don't care what my uptight daughter thinks. I think all those tattoos suit you boys just fine. Just don't get any on your face. It's too pretty to muck up."

“Coming from a girl whose parents abandoned her when she was seven and only had one person ever tell her they loved her, it means a lot to me. So just accept my gratitude, alright?” When I put a bit of teasing pressure behind my words and pulled away, grinning to lighten the tone, he didn’t roll with the lightness of it. Gaze serious, he guessed, “Mabel?” I nodded. Of course, Gran had been the only person to say she loved me. Brick nodded thoughtfully before smoothing a hand down my thigh toward my ankle as he murmured, “Grandma’s girl,” and skimmed his fingers over my tattoo that literally said grandma’s girl on it.

She was also telling her, she was handing the Dawson family over to her, to help protect and nurture it. Grandma looked at her meaningfully and said with a smile, “I’m old now, it’s forever a pity that I can’t have you as my granddaughter-in-law. I will feel better when I see this bracelet on your hand." “Also, this is just a bracelet. You can wear it as a beautiful accessory." Anna was a little dumbfounded. It was pretty, it was too heavy, laden with symbols and meaning. It looked like Grandma was determined to tie her and the Dawson family together no matter what.

"Do you even know what this is?!" I sucked in a deep breath, releasing it like a hiss. That pendant meant so much to me and grandpa, that I had to force myself to entertain him for completely deflecting from my questions. "It's the necklace grandpa Antonio gave to grandma. It was a token of their love—"

that he damn near turned his table over trying to get to her before she ran off again. He caught her and she cried as she begged him not to reject her. He made sure she knew that he wouldn’t. He told her to pack her things, on the spot. The luna of her pack threw the biggest fit ever, trying to get her to stay, and then her alpha joined in. Grandpa and his alpha stood up and nearly started a war, to get her out of there. Grandma went home with him and had been in grandpa’s pack for a week before he got really irritated with the way she flinched any time he would raise his hand to point at something. He asked he why she did that. Grandma lifted the back of her shirt and showed him all of her