Novel & Cerita Mother Daughter Dandelion Tattoo

My mom states, "But right now, Godrick, I need you out. I can't have you being all lovey-dovey and distracting me when I have a task at hand; why don't you run down to the market and pick out a mask for our daughter to wear at the ball tonight." "Yes, Ma'am." My dad replies, clapping his heels and saluting her before walking out. My mother takes off up the stairs into her bedroom, most likely to get her sewing kit, and I quickly shimmy out of my clothes. When Mom barked orders, Dad and I learned to act without hesitation. She was this house's Luna, and we respected her as such. That one is new." My mother states pointing at the tattoo inked around my hip bone. "Uhh... yeah, Jason did it last

she presented me her right palm where an image of a book is tattooed, "and that's why I know how to resist your power." I chuckled. "You sound so defensive! You can just tell me your name." She pursed her lips for a second then speaks, "Dandeline." My arms fold while inspecting her. "Dandeline… did you know that you smell like a cake?" "Ca—? Food is the new perfume. And don’t smell me!"

I ask her making her wince at the taste of aspirin in her tongue. "Nope. I've never been much of a drinker, you know that. I mean, a glass of wine here and there, but, not really the type to just go off and drink for a night." I chuckle, kissing her and laying next to her. "I see you got a new tattoo. It's in memory of your mom, isn't it?" I say, pointing towards the tattoo on her left shoulder. It was a beautiful cluster of flowers with a pink ribbon and the initials H.P. for Hailey Patterson.

his voice dropped lower, heavy with hurt. Before she could say anything, he lifted his sleeve, revealing a tattoo on his arm. It was the one with a woman’s face, half-hidden behind a rose. “The rose is for my best friend,” he said quietly. “Isabella. And the woman is my mother. They both loved roses, always spending time together in the garden.” he chuckled darkly, the sound sharp and empty. Then he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his other tattoos. He pointed at where the word Little Bird was inked in elegant cursive. “This one’s for you, my love.”

I saw a necklace or maybe an amulet, I couldn't tell until I picked it up, it's center held a faint glow like it was alive. A picture, worn at the edges but clear enough for me to recognize that that was my mother. I just knew it was her. She's surprisingly a redhead and the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on. There was another picture of someone smaller, it was of a baby. She had the very same butterfly shaped birthmark on the chest in the photo. I looked down at myself, at the butterfly tattoo sitting on my own chest, and a shiver ran through me. The baby was me.

I squatted down, having her step out of it. "Keep the heels on." I told her, finding her naked form in only heels hot as hell. She nodded with a deep blush as she bit her lip. My dick twitched in my pants with all the blood flowing to it. Seeing her like this made me all kinds of excited. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt with one hand as she watched me hungrily. I watched her the entire time, admiring her body. I finally saw the new tatto she had gotten on her ribs, adding to her sleeve. It was a pink breast cancer ribbon with the name mom written in it. She had added it for her mother.

It looked perfect on her and thankfully it seemed to be the right choice. Angel’s eyes zeroed in on my newest tattoo that Uncle Dante designed. My brother had the same one. It was a bold choice, but we wanted her to know that she was going to be our choice whether or not there was a fated bond. It was a galaxy scene that morphed into an image of Angel’s beautiful face. ‘Angel – My Queen’ was written in calligraphy. “We had these done last week and are definitely our favorite tattoos,” I said, winking at her.

She asked, thinking that he probably walked down all those stairs. “No. Thank you.” He put the cup down. “I see you got a tattoo.” “Ah… yes.” “It must be Marcus. He is known for his art.” He was indeed talented. “A dandelion. Interesting.” “Does it mean something?” She asked. “A dandelion represents hope and healing. One blowing in the wind means a wish for a good fate.” She frowned. “Do you think Marcus knows that?” He smiled. “I am not sure, but sometimes we do things by instinct without truly knowing.”

At least they will get to share something special together. My red dress clings tightly to my figure and frames my cleavage, the slit up the side making my family tattoo visible. The tattoo is of a fighting wolf and snake, their bodies entwining around my thigh. It’s our mark of honor as alpha daughters, usually appearing when we come of age. Mine made its debut on the night my mother died.

Opposites, but fairly tied. Faith even mentioned that it was strange. That maybe there was a mistake, but Mother Goddess said it wasn’t possible. She said that if there was a chance of meeting, the other being would have a mark that represented the binding that fate given. But so far Dominique has none. And I was the same. I had none, but a red string that only Mother Goddess could see. Everything change when I made my mistake, and I got to be a human. A tattoo appeared on my left hand. It was an upside down half moon with an arrow through it and around it a thin circle.