Novel & Cerita Mother Daughter Dandelion Tattoo

"Why did you remember her? I was relieved she’s not around in this world." I sighed and decided to tell him what Macey told me. "She said that the woman who meets her father once seems to be the culprit. She’s the one who gives the last payment to Macey’s dad after killing my parents. Macey forgot to give you the letter as well," I stated. He paused and looked at me. Kai looks confused because of what I just confessed. I told him the other pieces of information that Macey told me. He sighed deeply. "She has a red spider lily as her tattoo. There’s a single black petal out of the red one," Kai murmurs. My eyes dilated.

I could never forget the tattoo because each time the goddess pitied me and let me sleep, the image of the mark always popped up in my dreams. “ Babe, where did you draw this tattoo? “ I asked and she smiled. “ My mom said I was born with it, “ She said, trying to take a peep at her tattoo. The mark looked like a flower. “ I love it. It looks really sexy on you, “ I said to her, earning her blush. “ I love the birthmark on your chest too. I’ve never seen a black mole-like birthmark look so good on anyone, nor have I seen it that big, “ She said and I snickered.

My second favourite is his sleeve tattoo, it is a tribute to his sisters. I love how all his tattoos have meaning, unlike mine. I have two tattoos, the first one I ever got was a matching tattoo with Talitha. We found her Dad's gun and decided to explore with it, we had seen him work a few times so we gave it a go. I was the first to tattoo half a heart on her wrist with "spice" engraved in tiny cursive writing.

I don’t know how reed will react when he will see it. Diana admired the tattoo in awe, examining it for a few seconds before looking again at the sky as if dreaming. “Will I get the same mark when August mark me?” she asked and I saw a glint of excitement and maybe love in her eyes. I smiled lightly. “I don’t know, I have never seen something like this on my mother, she had a beautiful mark on her neck just above her collar bone but nothing like this.” She pouted lightly before we broke into another fit of laughter.

I whisper, trailing my finger against the thorny vines curling up his forearm. Cade glances down at it, pulling up the sleeve of his t-shirt and shows me the dead flower tattooed there, with beautiful colors, but it's dying. Wilting away. "I got this right after high school. My mother loved flowers before she started doing drugs. It reminded me of her. Beautiful and slowly dying." I frown. "That's kind of morbid." He nods. "Yeah, leave it to an emotional eighteen-year-old to get a tattoo." He trails his fingertip down the center of my t-shirt, curving it around the top of my breast "What would you get?"

This often made people mistake her for Christian’s or Caleb’s daughter and not Charles’s. She joins me to select the shoes and begins to play with them while I go change out of my clothes. Pulling into a beige short dress, my eye notices the tattoo against the lower left of my torso and I smile. It’s a black wolf paw print with Charles’s initials in bold decorative gothic font beneath it. I had Daniel do it for me after I was delivered of Flora’s and I can’t stop obsessing over it. “Mommy, we’re ready!” I toss the shoes into a bag and pick Flora up along my way out. When we get out of the building, we meet my angry sister, her children, and Elaine waiting for us.

I thank her, and we chat as she hands me something and shows me where I can change. It’s a black teddy with stain ties on the thong. It’s nice and leaves nothing to the imagination. I turn and look at my back in the mirror. My Chinese dragon tattoo covers my back. It’s open paw under my shoulder blade holds an orb. In that orb is the Mother’s Revenge emblem, but it is tattooed with invisible ink. Only a certain light will make it visible.

Above the chain tattoo, I’d tattooed the very same words to honour the Queen in my life. “I was fourteen when I found out she had cancer. Having been well educated and advanced, I knew what that entailed. So I created a heaven for my mother, in my head, for when the time comes,” I turned to the picture again and her smile is as radiant as ever. She looks young in the picture. Dressed in white; her favourite colour. “Endless field of sunflowers, blooming under the sun, as it shines upon them. The same way she’d shined upon every life she touched,” there are murmurs of approval. “A small white house right at the end of the field,” I looked back to the crowd. “And endless stream of dance music

No matter how much I try. I kissed the small tattoo of two butterflies together, one big and another small. I miss you, Mama, I whispered against the tattoo. I got this tattoo with Mama secretly on my 14th birthday. The big butterfly is her and the smaller one is me. Even though my mama had some strict rules for a certain age she agreed to do this for me. She has the same tattoo on her forearm, it was a good day. We were on vacation, in Bali, and we were a happy family, I was happy.

“I argued with my mom about everything when I was a teenager.” Wanting to keep the conversation flowing, I ask, “What kind of tattoo do you want to get?” I feel her arm brush against mine as she shifts a little. “I was thinking of bricks or blocks with some shading and a flower growing out of it.” When I glance at her, it’s to find her looking at me. She scrunches her nose and turns her gaze to her lap. “It means something good can grow in harsh conditions.” “I think it will suit you.”