Mother Daughter Tattoos Butterfly Novels & Stories

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 “

No matter how much I try. I kissed the small tattoo of two butterflies together, one big and another small. I miss you, Mama, I whispered against the tattoo. I got this tattoo with Mama secretly on my 14th birthday. The big butterfly is her and the smaller one is me. Even though my mama had some strict rules for a certain age she agreed to do this for me. She has the same tattoo on her forearm, it was a good day. We were on vacation, in Bali, and we were a happy family, I was happy.

It would be useless to, when just by looking at his face you would be able to tell he was lying. "Nice butterfly tattoo bellissima." He spoke before closing the bathroom door softly after his retreating form. I let out a groan when his words settled in. What a perverted asshole. I unblocked my breast and brought one of my hands to touch the butterfly tattoo that was placed on my tailbone. It was a ulysses butterfly and it was my mom's favorite animal. She always drew them and decorated my room with the beautiful images until they also became my favorite. I smiled at her memory until it quickly was replaced by sorrow, knowing that I wouldn't see her draw them anymore.

In my junior year of highschool, I developed a liking for tatooes, they attracted me somehow. Some of the girls in my class had ones made on their bodies. Butterflies, dragons, snakes and even faces of popular people. I loved tatooes, but my mother didn’t. She believed that tatooes attracted evil spirits.so I forgot the entire tatoo idea, trying to be an obedient child. Instead of doing tatooes I chose to paint another way of releasing the things I felt inside of me.

"Truth or Dare, Dani." "Truth." I'm just in the mood to talk and talk and talk until morning with this man. "What's the story behind the butterfly tattoo on your leg?" For a second, I can't help but frown staring down at the tattoo. I sigh and look up at Damien. "It was Brandon's idea," I mutter. "We got matching tattoos when we moved in together. He had the black one-wing butterfly on his left leg. I had it on my right leg. It meant that we would always be a team and fly together. Well, we've clearly collapsed. The tattoo is so cringe, right?"

"Ms. Horton, this isn't a tattoo. Don't worry! But this ink can't be washed off. Only a special solution I mix can remove it! Without the solution, it would take at least a month for your skin cells to regenerate... You don't want your husband to find out you have a butterfly tattoo here, do you?" I could already imagine how angry my husband would be if he found out I had a butterfly tattoo on my lower abdomen after postpartum restoration. Once he found out about it, I doubted I could explain it properly. I was at a loss. If it were just for a few days, I might be able to keep it a secret. If it were for a month, Kyle would probably suspect something even if he were incredibly dense. I asked

"Is that what the tattoo is for? Your Mom?" She slowly nods her head and averts her gaze back towards the window, her tattoo peeking out just a smidge above her uniform collar. "For her... and my Dad. Black angel wings usually represent fallen angels. My Mom and Dad? They were my angels." Silence looms over us as I pull into the department parking lot and turn the engine off. "Will you talk to him for me, Crayvin? Just check on him for me, please? I don't want him alone, and you two are close. He probably needs you more than you think right now, even if he isn't ready to admit that to you, yet."

Only I knew she was alive and the tattoos were meaningful, still are. The tattoo was inspired by Talitha. She got a tattoo of a snake shedding its skin with a tiny butterfly next to it. I loved it. The work was implacable, I couldn't draw my eyes away from it, it was us. I wanted my own so I got the same tattoo on the side of my waist, right below my ribs on the tight. Mine is the opposite, a snake is wrapped around the butterfly playfully with a the quote, "Evil and good both win." That was two years ago. Adrian likes that tattoo the most, he adorns it with his mouth every time he has me bound to his bed, he likes it. He joked he would get my name on him but as much as I want my name on him

The water hits my back at just the right temperature and I move my hand over my back but then I move my hand to my wrist. I look at it with a sad smile on my face when I see the tattoo I'd gotten. It is an infinity tatoo , in the infinity are two butterflies on either side each one representing the each family member I lost . And the only one I had well that was until my uncle and aunt lived with me in ghe mansion and treated me like their own.

When he pulled the shirt off, and turned his back to me to show off his tattooed chiseled body, my breath hitched in my throat. His back was a masterpiece... dark ink sprawling across his muscle and skin like fire captured mid-motion. A phoenix, wings unfurled, rising through shards of shattered glass that shimmered faintly under the lamplight. Each shard was jagged, almost painful to look at, yet beautiful... the kind of beauty born from agony, not just vanity. The wings stretched across his shoulders, feathered and fierce, hiding faint ridges of scars beneath them. The closer I looked, the more I noticed the detail of it... hidden faces within the smoke of the wings, a woman’s eyes drawn s