Mother Daughter Tattoos Butterfly นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“It’ll come back when you’re ready.” “Maybe,” she said. Then, as if remembering something, her eyes widened a little. “Actually, there’s one thing.” He straightened instantly. “What is it?” Naomi frowned in concentration, her brows knitting. “A tattoo. I remember seeing it. On their hand, I think. Or their wrist.” Damon’s chest went tight. “A tattoo?” “Yes.” She bit her lip, trying to recall. “It was small… maybe a butterfly? Blue wings. The light hit it just before I fell.”

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.

I could hear a lady's voice humming an indiscriminately familiar lullaby, it sounded like Mockingbird and immediately I knew who it was. "You have to go now! Don't look back sweetie." Mommy said pushing me away "Remember you are to trust no one, except for the man with the butterfly tattoo. He is the one destined for you by the moon goddess Herself, Isabella. When your paths finally cross he will protect you with his life and help you to fulfill your destiny" I couldn't understand a single word she was saying. A guy with a butterfly tattoo would protect me? Whoever he was then why wasn't he here to protect me. What destiny is she talking about? My mom always spoke in strange cryptic riddles

She sniffled, trying to regain control. “When I felt I could move forward, I got the tattoo. The butterfly is a harlequin I remember chasing with my siblings in Puerto Rico. Butterflies are supposed to symbolize hope and transformation. The flowers are the white plumeria native to Puerto Rico and symbolize love and new beginnings.” She explained. “That’s beautiful and fitting.” I nodded. “Thanks…” she sighed as she leaned her head against me. “I haven’t told anyone, other than my therapist, that before. It feels good to tell someone else.”

A beautiful butterfly is drawn and 'my world' is written below it. Like her name is engraved on my heart and soul forever, I imprinted her name on my body too. Now my heart, soul and every cell of my skin and part of my body belong to my Butterfly. I'm sure, she is going to love this surprise. Just can't wait to see her reaction after seeing this tattoo. She will go crazy with joy. I came out of the bathroom shirtless and messaged her. Me: Meet me at El Matador State Beach sharp at 7 pm.

“That was fast.” “Mom sent me,” I swallow, my heart racing already. “I told her I wanted to get a back tattoo, nothing big, just three butterflies of different sizes lined up in flight and beside each I want the last two digits of mine, London, and Blair’s birth year written. So that's nine five, zero two, and zero six..” He nods once, eyes drifting down my body for a second before flicking back to my face. “Alright, follow me out back, let’s get you set up.”

" I don't know. I've never thought about the type of tattoo I'd ever get. My dad was against that. He said it would be stuck on my body forever and what if I hated it later." I swallowed hard thinking about him. He was handsome, even as an old man, and only had a few wrinkles on his face. I was surprised with as much as he dealt that he didn't have more. I looked down at the counter and took a deep breath. "Maybe a butterfly for new beginnings. You know. Something cheesy like that." He nodded. He passed my phone over to me and as I took it, he placed his hand over mine. "I'm sorry about your dad."

I was the complete picture of my father. I had my moms petite build and that was it. My beauty and looks were from my dad. For a fighter, my father was very pretty. I remember seeing a picture of his forearm... a butterfly with my birth date was tattooed on his skin. I also remember my mom snatching the picture out of my little hands and shredding it to pieces."Is that it?" I snapped... feeling slightly angry from my vivid flashbacks, and the lack of information."Actually, luna April personally called us." Madison stated, clearing her throat.

Mom with her wild auburn hair whipping in the wind, Dad grinning beside her, and me as a gangly teenager, my arms wrapped around a much younger Aofie. They looked so alive, so unbreakable. A perfect family portrait, or so I'd always thought. I stared at the photo under the dim bulb's flickering glow, my breath catching. My eyes lingered on Mom's wrist, where a bracelet of seashells partially obscured her skin. I squinted, tilting the photo closer to the light. There, peeking out from beneath the shells, was a tattoo — a bold, stylized letter V, etched in delicate black ink, the lines curving like a serpent's tail.

R H Y K E R My eyes are drawn to the sunset laying down in the sky as I smoke my electronic cigarette, I fell on the couch with my arm supporting my head while closing my eyes shut in order to breathe in peace and silence outside of the hospital garden, with colourful flowers and fountain. My mind went to the woman who captivated me, taking me to her body. Just the thought of her wearing a white blouse, hair up for work, her glasses on to see well since she's far-sighted and those full pink lips begging me to destroy, branding them with my mouth. Fuck. She's lovely and didn't change after all, except her hair and the butterfly tattoo on the other side of her neck. The butterfly tattoo suited