Mother Daughter Tattoos Butterfly Novels & Stories

She smiled with amusement when she remembered how she accused Blaze that he is not trustworthy. She let her fingers travel down his exposed chest and down towards his chiseled abs. The blanket is polled around his waist, leaving his torso exposed. He is the most handsome man she has ever seen. With his sun-kissed olive tone and strong handsome features, he always makes her heart beat faster whenever she lays her eyes on him. She laid her head on his chest and looked at the tattoo on his chest with new eyes. 'So this is the mating tattoo. I need to find where mine is on my body' she thought and she traced the tattoo which is a woman with wings nestled in between the black dragon wings, which

I joked as I handed the spatula back to him. “I never thought I’d have a beautiful woman to teach,” he replied. His face held a seriousness as his green eyes studied me. I blushed as I stepped closer to him. My fingers glided gently atop his exposed chest. His breath caught at my touch, and I slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. My fingers traced over the rose and birds on his abdomen. “What do your tattoos mean? ” He inhaled a long breath as my fingers continued tracing the black lines. “My mother’s name was Rose.”

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.

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.

He laughed, rising so my eyes trailed all over his body stopping at the tattoo of the butterfly “You never did tell me why you got the butterfly tattoo” I said, balancing my head on my arm. “I… I had a pet butterfly growing up. One as beautiful and as delicate as you” he muttered, kissing my forehead. “What happened to it?” “My father thought it stupid” he said simply, stretching so my eyes remained on his cock. My lips parted slightly as I remembered how amazingly he had driven that same cock into me and how I had begged for me “…So he crushed it with his bare hands”

“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.