Minimalist Small Hourglass Tattoo Novels & Stories

Ray told her we could go after breakfast & she turned from a still sleepy little angel to the wild, energetic spit fire I had met the day before. After we ate Ray & I got dressed while Heidi rushed us along, eager to get to her friend. Ray told me that I needed to wear my crown, & though I didn't want to be so formal, I obliged. Turns out that getting ready whilst creating a pup is exhausting, & trying to maneuver with a protruding pup bump is actually quite difficult. As I prepared myself for the day I couldn't help but to notice the intricate marking that sat on the crease of my neck. It was a beautiful marking of the moon phases in pearl white, with a royal blue hour glass that sat infron

"That's... that's actually really sweet." I reached into my pocket. My hand was shaking. I'd never been nervous giving a woman a gift before. But this wasn't just any woman. "I got you something," I said. "You don't have to wear it. But I wanted you to have it." I pulled out the small velvet box and opened it. Inside was a simple necklace. A thin gold chain with a small pendant. The pendant was a tiny delicate hourglass, that was filled with the smallest grains of sand I'd ever seen.

The third attendant dipped the brush into the molten ashes and looked at us both as if they were trying to figure something out. Whatever it was, when she was done, she began to draw on the right side of Ayame's right wrist. The brand was no bigger than two inches tall, one inch wide. She drew a simple, elegant crescent moon, a three-tongued flame between its points and a dainty little diamond in the middle of the flames. It was so small and yet held so much power, so much weight.

"Someone is cleaning up their mess. Someone who didn't want me finding out who the real employer was." "Look at this," Zach said. He flipped the tablet around and zoomed into a grainy photo of one of the corpses. The man’s shirt had been pulled back, revealing a tattoo on the side of his neck. It was a serpent entwined around a broken hourglass. The ink was dark, the lines jagged and precise. I felt the blood drain from my face. The room seemed to tilt. I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing until the image burned into my retinas.

"Fine, but this is not going to become the normal." Kimi smiled. Pinning my two braids on my head to make a crown. Helen finished my makeup, and I stood to look in the mirror. I could not believe what I was looking at. The dark blue dress hugged my curves. My chest tattoo was prominent and looked like a sizeable intricate necklace across my chest. My face looked the same, but my eyes were covered in browns and blacks, making my dark brown eyes pop. My lips only had a shine to them. I looked so different. I turned in the mirror to see my whole back on display. The Crescent Moon Packs tattoo was on clear display right up my spine.

Explaining it was a blessing because doing so reflected the union of us as husband and wife and our future life. The hourglass symbolized the flow and renewal of love over time, a love that symbolically was considered immortal, which I found more than poetic, while it filled her with hope, joy, and a lot of love. I decided to use the hourglass because, in addition to the small bottles, they sometimes added rose petals representing wishes or lily petals symbolizing the materialization of desires.

The slim ankle straps hugged her skin, delicate yet firm, and the pointed toe gave her an extra noble look. In her hand, she clutched a sleek metallic clutch, a mini silver rectangle with a mirrored surface so polished it could double as a compact. A thin silver chain peeked from inside, but instead she chose to let her fingers curled around it. Her jewelry was minimalist but oozing with luxury; a pair of long diamond drop earrings that grazed her neck each time she turned her head, catching the light with soft, lethal beauty. Around her wrist sat a silver cuff bracelet, carved with wave-like engravings that wrapped around her like silk. On her neck, a single teardrop pendant hung from a thi

For some reason, that just served to spike the intrigue that I felt towards her. As luck would have it, she was in my first period History class. Again, I was drawn into her orbit when our eyes collided. There was no denying that she was fucking gorgeous. She did not have makeup caked all over her face like some chicks did. Nah, she seemed to be a natural beauty. I spent the next hour sketching a new tattoo design that I wanted to get. It was a tribal wolf design that was howling at the full moon. I have not decided if it should be colored or not.

Every time I shifted my weight, the crystals caught the golden sunlight filtering through the window, sparkling like a brilliant cluster of stars. But the most incredible part of the design was the neckline. It was cut very low and wide, draping elegantly off my shoulders and leaving my entire collarbone completely bare. It was deliberate. It perfectly and beautifully framed my fresh mate mark. The powerful obsidian wolf sat proudly on the curve of my silver crescent moon, its neck arched toward my throat as if it were howling eternally. It was striking, bold, and impossible to miss. Mina quickly guided me to sit on the grand vanity stool, picking up a silver brush. She began brushing throug

I am going to wear a Black Wide Width Pointed Toe Strappy Heels with it. After taking a quick shower, I wear the clothes and then put moisturizer followed by a little foundation on my face. I draw a fox eyeliner to make my blue eyes pop out and also put a single coat of mascara on the lashes. I decide to go for a Nude Matt Lipstick and lastly put my Daniel Wellington Women's Iconic Link Lumine 28 mm Bracelet Steao Silver Watch on my left hand's wrist. For my hair, I curl the end of it because I don't have much time left till Giovanni gets here.