Mother Daughter Tattoos Butterfly Novels & Stories

This time the sparkles flew all over my body like fireworks. I feel ecstasy. This is heaven; I've never felt like this in my life. He pulled me out and looked at me with all the love the world has ever had. I feel blushing, and I can feel the crescent tattoo against my skin now.

pleasant nervous, like thousands of crazed butterflies swarming around in my stomach. Baby blue eyed butterflies; with wispy white blonde wings.

“What’s this?” “A butterfly,” he replies. I lean closer to have a look. Right, it’s a butterfly. “Why?” I ask. He has half of his chest and arm covered in a dragon tattoo. A butterfly seems a little out of place. “Why not?” he asks. I look up at him and arch an eyebrow. He mirrors my action. Giving up, I proceed to fully remove his shirt. And finally, I’m presented with his mouthwatering torso with his massive dragon tattoo and rock-hard stomach muscles and–

Not only did I want to get a belly ring but also wanted to get a tattoo, but I know either of those my father would never agree too. “I was wondering if we could go to Aart Accent Tattoos & Piercings.” “Why would you want to go there, baby girl?” “Well, I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo, but my father would never agree for me to do something like that.” “And what type of tattoo does my baby girl wants?” I brought out my phone to pull up the picture a drew to show Asmodeus the moon that I want as my tattoo. It’s a blue crescent moon, with blue roses, and white leaves around the roses. He takes my phone and smiles as he hands it back to me.

“Keep in mind that the man with the butterfly tattoo is the only person you should trust.” Isabella, the moon goddess, herself, has chosen him for you. In the end, he will sacrifice his life to assist and safeguard you. I was unable to comprehend a word she said. “When your paths do eventually cross, you must recognize him because he will protect you with his life and without him you won’t be able to fulfill your destiny.” Whoever he was back then, why wasn’t he here to defend me now that I needed him? A guy with a butterfly tattoo would protect me? My mother spoke in bizarre, cryptic riddles that were always difficult to grasp; after all, she was endowed with the ability to see into the fut

"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.

Then I froze. A picture of Mom getting a tattoo - that same butterfly she still had on her wrist. She was laughing as some tattoo artist worked on her skin. "You got this young?" I asked, holding it up. "How old were you here?" "Oh, not that young. Twenty-three. Good old days." “Looked like you were having lots of fun.” “Yeah, your dad and I visited a new club that just opened… we were so drunk.” “Oh you’ve met dad.” “Yeah, we were dating at that time.”

The tattoo artist gestured for her to lie down on the bed, his eyes already focused on the task ahead. "Let's get started," he said, his voice professional and detached. "What design did you have in mind for this... reminder?" Emily's voice was firm. "I want a tattoo of butterflies." The tattoo artist nodded, "Beautiful choice. But you said you wanted a tattoo to remind you of the wickedness of the world..." Emily's expression turned resolute. "I never said I was done talking. That's not all. I want you to add flaws to the tattoo. Blood and a spine tree."

The tattoo artist gestured for her to lie down on the bed, his eyes already focused on the task ahead. "Let's get started," he said, his voice professional and detached. "What design did you have in mind for this... reminder?" Emily's voice was firm. "I want a tattoo of butterflies." The tattoo artist nodded, "Beautiful choice. But you said you wanted a tattoo to remind you of the wickedness of the world..." Emily's expression turned resolute. "I never said I was done talking. That's not all. I want you to add flaws to the tattoo. Blood and a spine tree."

She stared at the screen, sniffing. “A woman,” she whispered. “I didn’t see her face. She came to the hospital and asked for me. I met her in a ward. Men, big men hid her from my view but when she wanted to pay me, she put out her hand and I saw a small butterfly tattoo on her wrist.” I frowned. “Butterfly?” “Yes,” Ally said, “Small, black, right here.” She lifted her hand to tap on her wrist. “Please Mr King, I am so sorry. I needed the money. My daughter's going through-”