Mother Daughter Dandelion Tattoo Novels & Stories

A woman’s voice could be heard humming a lullaby that I recognized instantly—it sounded like Mockingbird. Aunt Delilah. Bella, you must leave right away! “Sweetheart, don’t turn around.” My mother pushed me aside. “Keep in mind that the man with the butterfly tattoo is the

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a

She was lost in her thoughts, as if she were there again. "Which ones were your favorites?" I ask gently. "Dandelions," she answered immediately. "Why?" I was curious. "Because I loved the way the seed pods rose to the sky when you blew on them. Mom never called them weeds. She would sit with me in the grass and encourage me to make wishes. When I blew on the dandelion seeds, she'd say our prayers would go up high to the clouds, and the Moon Goddess could hear them. " The longing was evident in her voice when she spoke.

I say carefully, “we place our hand over the marking spot—usually the shoulder or collarbone. Our magic flows into our mate, and theirs flows into us. It creates a mark that looks like a tattoo.” Her eyes widen. “A magical tattoo?” “Exactly.” I pull out my phone and scroll to a picture I’ve seen a hundred times, my dad’s mark on his shoulder, a swirling pattern of light and shadow intertwined with my mom’s. I turn the screen toward her. “This is my dad’s,” I say softly. Raven’s breath catches. “It’s beautiful,” she whispers. “It’s permanent,” I add. “It’s sacred. It’s… everything.” She looks up at me, eyes shining. And the matebond hums between us, warm, steady, patient. Not rushing. Not dem

I know they all saw it yesterday, but they were focused on other parts of me. I got the tattoo as soon as I turned eighteen. My dad had always been fascinated with snakes, and he even had a few growing up. My mom had always loved roses. She even made Rose my middle name. They would always be planted, even in our sunlight deprived apartment. The landlord let her keep some on the roof too. I found an artist that gave me a beautiful tattoo of a snake surrounded by roses. I went back to her to get a couple finger tattoos as well. The snake is on my waist and upper thigh. I would have gotten it sooner if I didn't need parental permission.

It would be useless to, when just by looking at his face you would be able to tell he was lying. "Nice butterfly tattoo bellissima." He spoke before closing the bathroom door softly after his retreating form. I let out a groan when his words settled in. What a perverted asshole. I unblocked my breast and brought one of my hands to touch the butterfly tattoo that was placed on my tailbone. It was a ulysses butterfly and it was my mom's favorite animal. She always drew them and decorated my room with the beautiful images until they also became my favorite. I smiled at her memory until it quickly was replaced by sorrow, knowing that I wouldn't see her draw them anymore.

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

Cleverly placed, so unless you trace it with your finger it looks like a stem and nothing more. A dandelion, a weed you can find everywhere. Common and ugly, unremarkable because of how many of them grow, until that is, it morphs into delicate light seed heads that find the wind and fly to freedom on the breeze. Such pretty things that have so much potential to go far, and I told myself that’s what I was and what I was doing when I changed Lisa to Camilla. Stupid sentiment, stupid tattoo! I can barely look at it at all anymore.

I only agreed because i really want to see her reaction. "Daniella!", my mom yelled, "Come downstairs for a moment will you?" "Coming!" Daniella replied as soon she was standing beside my mother as my dad told her that i really am, li fantasma. "Legends has it that li fantasma has a tattoo on her waist. A fucking dragon tattoo. You don't have any tattoo on your waist. So why are you lying to everyone?", Dana said clearly not believing a word my dad just said. She was right. I do have a dragon tattoo on My waist but I hid it with make-up. I had to otherwise, my family would have become a target. But some people won't understand it.

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Destiny stared at the lines on her body. Her mother's tattoo had been more like a maze, lines ran apart from each other, but always running parallel. Hers were more floral. It looked like vines had grown all over her body. It gracefully followed the curve of her hips and breast. Likewise, it ran double helices down the sides of her legs and her spine. It flowered up at the base of her neck and was embedded with lotus blossoms. Normally, she wasn't into flowery designs, but this tattoo was fascinating, there was something powerful, mystical about it. They looked more like tribal flowers rather than Hawaiian shirt flowers. That would have been very un