Mother Daughter Dandelion Tattoo Novels & Stories

She was trying to barter with Dante to remove his shirt so that she could see his yummy tattoos. My mother and I shared a laugh before I went to Dante’s rescue. My mate was holding his own against my horny grandmother. His glee floated down the bond, and I could see how much he truly liked her. She could be overwhelming to some, but he just embraced it. “I designed Ziyah’s tattoo. I can definitely do one for you too if you’d like. But you’ve got to either make it creative or give me free reign to design it on my own,” Dante said, flashing his signature smirk.

I loved knowing that she got pleasure from being on top of me, from being in charge and setting the pace. “That’s better.” She leaned over me, her knees on either side of my chest as she put her hands on either side of my head. “I’m not dying anymore, Grizzly.” “Nope.” I licked her collarbone, reading the cursive word there for the first time. Obviously, my focus had been on other parts of her during my mate hunt. “Wolfsbane?” I glanced up at her, curious. “It’s a family thing. My mom started it, but it’s a long story. Maybe she’ll tell you sometime. My dad’s got the same tattoo, and when I got one, I made it into a trend of sorts. Liv has it too, now.” She explained.

As she walked up to us, she pulled her long dark hair that was dyed Pink at the ends over one shoulder, exposing a tattoo in the crook of her neck next to her collarbone. “Whoa, Danika, you got a new tattoo! That looks cool!” I exclaimed, grabbing her by the shoulders to look closer as she sat next to us in the circle. It was a small tribal piece that almost looked like a shield. It was black but had a shine to it when the light hit it.

She grew thick in her thighs and her ass wasn’t left out. She ran her fingers down her hair which she dyed wine when Leo was two years old. The new color made her feel more confident. More capable to make her own choices. Her eyes trailed down the mirror from her face to her left boobs and settled on a tattoo of two butterflies right underneath her boobs. One butterfly for each of her sons. She played with the locket of the diamond chain she wore on her neck. It was Kaleb’s birthday gift to her a few years back. She blushed and smiled as she remembered Kaleb and how thoughtful the gift was.

She lifted her hair to proudly show the mark I had made on her. Evangeline: Xander was meant to mark me first, and the proof that the right choice was made has blossomed before your very eyes. I am a daughter of the Moon, born of man and the gift of the goddess; such is my destiny, and I know that Xander will never force me to deny who I am. Unable to resist any longer, I approached her and gently kissed my mark on her. She shivered with pleasure, and I smiled tenderly. Then, I sighed softly. I would have to call my family to tell them that I had found my mate. I would have liked to postpone this moment a little longer, but I knew I couldn't now.

She pulled out her drawing from school and handed it to Mommy. It was three people standing under a giant pink tree. “That’s you,” she said, pointing to the tall figure. “And me. And Jack.” Mommy blinked a few times. Her eyes looked wet, but she smiled real big. Jack leaned over and pointed. “What’s that in your hand?” “A flower. A dandyflower.” “Dandelion,” Mommy corrected softly, brushing Lila’s curls away from her eyes. Lila shrugged. “Same thing.” Then she looked up, suddenly serious. “Mommy?”

How the hell did this girl even find her way into our shop? “Miss Rosella, are you sure getting a tattoo is a good idea?” one of the two massive, suited men standing behind her asked, looking like he was about to break out in hives. Rosella. Of course her name was as pretty as she was. What the hell was my mother even thinking, naming me something like Nyxaria? “Oh, please. Father will heal,” she waved them off, flicking her fiery red hair over her shoulder. A natural redhead with emerald-green eyes. You really did your big one with Valen’s mate, Moon Goddess.

“The tattoo she’s drawing on your skin will connect you to a bird. You can always send it information.” He held his hand out, showing me the tattoo on his arm. “I have the same one as well. This means the bird is reserved for just you and me. once our use of it is over, the tattoo will naturally fade away” The woman stepped back as she finished. “If you wish to convene it, all you have to do is speak its name, it will answer.” Her voice was gentle, yet carried an air of worship. She turned to my father, eyes searching for confirmation. He gave a slow, solemn nod, the weight of unexpressed memories shadowing his expression. A strange cold ran down my spine, the solemnity of their words sinkin

I joked as I handed the spatula back to him. “I never thought I’d have a beautiful woman to teach,” he replied. His face held a seriousness as his green eyes studied me. I blushed as I stepped closer to him. My fingers glided gently atop his exposed chest. His breath caught at my touch, and I slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. My fingers traced over the rose and birds on his abdomen. “What do your tattoos mean? ” He inhaled a long breath as my fingers continued tracing the black lines. “My mother’s name was Rose.”

"Get some guards and get her thrown into the dungeon.'' She instructed. "Yes, my lady," the man replied. "Now, everyone, dismiss." She commanded and walked away from the hall. Chris watched her going and thought about how Darell would feel if he arrived and heard about the matter later. Chris took his phone out and dialed his friend's number. ****** Darell smiled at the flying wolf tattoo reflecting on him in the mirror. He remembered how his mother had huffed and puffed when he had gotten the tattoo because she couldn't understand why he had chosen a wolf with wings tattoo.