Romans & histoires Mother Daughter Dandelion Tattoo

DELILAH “Do you like it?” Mother asked Elena. She sat down, eyes shining, and nodded. “Yes, Mom, I really, really like it,” she said, her hand resting on the table. “I’m so happy you like it. I’ve also added initials inside here,” my mother said, turning the bracelet slightly so Elena could see. “Oh, you didn’t have to, Mom,” Elena murmured. “Anything for my kids,” Mom replied with a soft smile. "I also brought Delilah the same identical bracelets,” my mother announced.

My hair is down my back in waves, covering the exposed skin. When I look down the dress, I can see the black ink of the tattoo I had done in the month that Dalon and I hadn’t spoken. I had wanted a permanent reminder of him and our time together. A reminder that Italy wasn’t just some dream. The tattoo is simple, but the meaning behind it is powerful. The tattoo is a sun with a moon inside it to symbolize two opposite worlds coming together in the most unexpected but beautiful ways. Like an eclipse that is so rare, but so powerful and beautiful to witness.

I smiled. “OH come on Yelena!” I heard Drey shouted and the next thing I knew Yelena is laughing happily, and keep saying it tickles! I smiled while looking at myself at the mirror. I can`t help it but to notice the tattoo on my shoulder. I touched it gently and as usual I can feel the rough texture of it indicating that there is something beneath the tattoo. It`s dandelion. I smiled sadly. “Mommy?” “Yes baby! Mommy is done!” I shouted as I fixed myself and went out. I find Yelena beside the door. She look up and smiled at me innocently.

Mirabella I looked through the tattoos.. But nothing matched with what I wanted to do.. "Where do you want to have the tattoo? " Matilda asked.. There is only one place and that is my back.. I want to change those permanent scars.. I can't get rid of them so I'll make them a part of me.. I shouldn't just let these scars pull me behind.. "On my back... " I replied to her before looking at the artist.. "I want a dragon on my back.. Right on my backbone.. Fierce and bloodthirsty.. And each of the other scars should form a branch that blooms into a rose.. Don't forget the thorns.. "

Cassidy’s anger was clear as she spoke. Upon opening the door, she found her two sons looking at her with concern. “Mommy, are you okay?” one of them asked. “Dylan, how could you do this to Selena?” “I hate you! I hate you!” Cassidy screamed in despair as Dylan tried to undress her. She struggled to keep him away, but suddenly she stopped. Opening her eyes, she saw Dylan staring at something. Her hand was resting on the tattoo on his chest. She looked confused as if wondering why there was a tattoo there.

It was a relief when it became obvious we were nearing our destination. A new smell caught my attention the moment we stepped inside. Wherever I was, my mate was in the building. My father had told me how the mate pull had felt for him. It was like an invisible magnet, drawing him to my mother. The closer she was, the more the bond hummed to life, like a pleasurable electricity tugging at his heart. He hadn’t done the pull justice in his descriptions. Her scent grew stronger as we moved deeper into the building; it was like standing in a field of wildflowers. A thrill ran through me as I realized my mate was behind the door the she-wolf had abruptly stopped in front of me.

Present: We are now back in our UC mansion, which we won from a battle and also the largest mansion in here. "Dude, I found some information about the girl with the tattoo on her face, it's just a bit of information but it might help a little, I admit I had a hard time getting it." Raynel said, holding out a black folder. I took it and read through it. Name: Unkown Age: 20 (estimated age) Code Name: Violet Gender: Female Identification: She has a tattoo on the left side of her face. A tribal tattoo. (Obviously)

My little escape for the night to be with my number one rebel partner, Ben. I padded across the room toward my dresser, opening a jar of lotion. The subtle scent of vanilla filled the air as I trailed my fingers over my arms, rubbing the cream in absentmindedly. My gaze landed on the small mirror propped on the corner of the dresser, catching a glimpse of the intricate tattoo curling along my collarbone. The mark. My mark. With a soft smile, I turned to face the mirror more fully, letting the towel slip just enough to reveal the dark, swirling design etched into my skin. I traced the lines with my fingertip, marveling at how something so permanent could appear so delicate.

Jax POV We sit in silence as time passes, and finally, Cole steps back. I glance in the mirror. There, over my heart, is a tattoo of her lips in the bright red she always wears. “Dhalia” is written above them, and “Blake” below. It’s perfect. I watch as Chase tells Cole to add Blake’s name to his tattoo as well. In Blake’s mind, we’ll all have the same tattoo when we show her tomorrow. He has no clue about this.

I don’t think I have ever seen a tattoo that was this clean and magnificent before. The only difference their tattoos had, which could be used to differentiate them, was that the Aurora who had wolves at her feet had a bolder and clearer tattoo. I think that should be my mate. “You must be Liana’s daughter,” The other one bowed. I continued to watch them since they haven’t noticed me yet. For them to have similar tattoos, does that mean they are related? Maybe the other lady was a blue blood too. My brain clicked in remembrance as I remembered the one Ashina said sent a mind link to Aurora and it got broken. This must have been her, the lady who sent the mind link.