Mother Daughter Tattoos Butterfly Novelas e Histórias

“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."

Mirabella I looked through the tattoos.. But nothing matched with what I wanted to do.. "Where do you want to have the tattoo? " Matilda asked.. There is only one place and that is my back.. I want to change those permanent scars.. I can't get rid of them so I'll make them a part of me.. I shouldn't just let these scars pull me behind.. "On my back... " I replied to her before looking at the artist.. "I want a dragon on my back.. Right on my backbone.. Fierce and bloodthirsty.. And each of the other scars should form a branch that blooms into a rose.. Don't forget the thorns.. "

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

I walk over the her and throw myself done next to her and pull her in for a cuddle and a kiss. “Oh ouch, shit I forgot about that.” She says rubbing her wrist. “Forgot about what?” I eye her suspiciously, Josie told me the plan but not exactly where or what. “This.” She says showing her wrist which reveals an extremely small butterfly and a little E in the wing. “Josie drew them last year and every time we went to get them done one of us didn’t want to go through with it. So I guess today, the girls wanted to put an end to it and so each girl got a similar tattoo in the same spot with their symbol and initial.”

“You can’t believe it, but I just watched the drama ‘The Billionaire’s Miserable Maid’ last night! Your acting skills are top-notch! What a coincidence, you look exactly as you did in the movie’s first scene. I’ve got to be dreaming!” Maya sniffled, holding back her tears. She dropped the slice of pizza, turned to the girl, and softly explained, “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not–” “But this butterfly tattoo on your arm.” The girl pointed at the transparent butterfly tattoo on Maya’s arm. “It belongs to only one person. I didn’t make a mistake. You’re definitely Maya Stanton.” Maya had on a defeated look, her expression turning sour. As if she was finally lost at what to say, she only sta

"Today was supposed to be my wedding day. But, two months ago, I caught my fiance sleeping with my elder sister. Everything got ruined. So, I decided to move on, get laid tonight and possibly forget about everything that happened" I noticed the tattoo of a butterfly on her back, close to her left shoulder. "Nice choice of tattoo" I said and she chuckled. "I got it after I graduated from high school. My parents controlled my life most of the time. I was sick of it, I wanted to be free" she said. "What about you? What's the story behind the tattoo on your biceps?" She asked, tracing what seemed like a fox tattoo to her. She didn't know that the fox was my spirit animal and the 'tattoo' was act

He traced the small tattoo on the upper-right side of my chest. “What does it mean?” he asked without taking his gaze off me. His curious face was as mesmerizing as when he was seriously working in the office. I looked down and stared at the rainbow-colored butterfly-shaped tattoo. “A symbol of welcoming a new life and escaping the confines of an asshole.” He gave a small nod, but his expression turned hard. “So, you equate yourself with a butterfly?” I smiled slightly. “I made it to Monaco when we first met!” His gaze dropped to my breasts. His long fingers stroked the underside of my right breast. “Another tattoo?”