Novel & Cerita Mother Daughter Dandelion Tattoo

I hate it, I hate her and I hate my dad. I am Adelaine Night, daughter of the most feared Alpha, Xavier Night. And this ugly witch here is Danica, or I could say my dad's little whore. My dad loves her and she loves my dad. End of the story, but I know that it is not for love but the urge for more power that is keeping these two people together. "Nothing," I say. "Is dad left?" I ask. "Yes," she sighed. "So it is almost time for the cruelty you both do often?" I asked.

Leora says simply. I just shake my head, keeping my laughter in check. Diva has still not changed, I watch my daughter bounce back to her brother with energy. That smile never leaves my face. As she moves, I catch sight of the dragon tattoo on her chest since she’s wearing an off shoulder gown. Zeke said the tattoos were natural, and they are on my children. Somehow, that dragon tattoo has something to do with Zeke. I just know it, it seems like a connection to something I don’t know about.

Maybe it was because my father was an alpha and my mother’s descended blood from several generations ago might have been a factor for the lightly colored tattoo because I had seen no others with the same. The beautiful gold designs adorned on Odessa’s body had been smeared and smudged by my fingerprints in all the right places. My fingers still continued to stroke every last part while she slept. I had completely forgotten to look for her name that was adorned somewhere on her body, but that was the least of my worries. I didn’t have time to play, my voice could only last so long, and professing my love to my mate was most important, along with my dragon urging me to mark her.

The key is on her skin. Drake’s words from last night replayed over and over again in my mind, making my fingers tremble as I traced the tattoo on my hip…a delicate swirl of vines and moons that my father had painted himself when I was twelve. For protection, he had said, his eyes sad. Had he known even then what it would cost us? Cost me? I felt a sudden pull deep in my chest and I gasped in shock. The mate bond…faint but persistent…tugged me toward the door just as a soft, almost hesitant knock sounded from the other side.

“I am a Pirate.” “Only it’s a little boy with dandelions,” She smiles. “Like the ones I used to pick for my mom, and she kept in vases all over the place,” I laugh. “What did I do?” Mom asks, joining with Dad not far behind. Dawn hugs my Mom, before answering. “Dandelion bouquets in vases,” Dawn smiles. “Well, they were from my son,” Mom puffs out her chest with pride. “He always made sure to keep them fresh in the summer.”

"What do you mean, Aunty?" "It seems you're rebelling against us. You go out and get tattoos. I mean they're small and not that visible, but still —, " she shook her head and exhaled. "Aunty I'm sorry you guys feel that way, but each of my tattoos means something to me. The one on my wrist is Dad's name, the one below my left rib is Mom's name, and the butterfly behind my ears represents my transformation. I was once a broken child, and now I'm gaining confidence as the days go by," I told her.

I asked “Oh Yes! The one I wish I could have but getting a Tattoo is pretty Painful. But yeah, that Tattoo looks so mad fine on you. Do you know that people are talking about how good the Tattoo looked on you from the picture taken at ShawnLama’s unveiling? Of course, some people thought otherwise but who fucking cares? Fuck the trolls, I say that Tattoo is fire! And please remind me to give my child a tattoo when I birth one? If it’s a girl it would be a butterfly tattoo and if it’s a guy it would be a dragon tattoo. Some Dope ass kids I would have, don’t you think?” Betty rambled and I just chuckled, I missed this girl’s unending talks. “Yeah, I think so “

“Please don’t tell Mama! She’ll buy out a whole florist’s if she thinks it’ll help me get them back!” “I’ll just remind her that Andie likes daisies and Jaime loves pansies. Something you’d do well to remember,” Angel calls back as she rounds the corner into the main kitchen. As if I could forget. Both women have their favorite flower tattooed over their right butt cheek. I’ve licked, kissed, and bitten those flowers many, many times. And now I have a boner. Lovely. Turning, I tuck myself into the waistband of my pants, check over tomorrow’s deliveries one more time, and call out a “good night” to Angel and our packer, Miguel, as I leave.

This will be a night for the books. My mom helps me get ready, because she begged me to let her. She does my hair in loose curls, and I tuck the left side of my hair back so that my tattoo can be easily seen. It is of a Lily and covers my entire shoulder. She does a really pretty burgundy smokey eye, that really makes my green eyes pop. Then she finishes off my makeup with a matte nude lipstick, a little peach blush and highlight.

Delaury's POV Flashback: “ Mom, what's that behind you? “ I traced the nice tattoo behind her back as she swam in the ocean. “ Oh, it's something you'd get to know when you're older” “ I've seen Dad ,Dana and Delah have it but I don't “ “ Like I said hunny, you'd know when you're older, it's a powerful symbol for our family “ she explains, splashing water on my brown hair to get it wet.