Mother Daughter Tattoos Butterfly Novels & Stories

I looked up at my mentor, my eyes holding a near-fanatical seriousness, mixed with a hint of vulnerability. A butterfly that truly emerges from its cocoon shouldn't just be beautiful. Its wings should be marked by blood, by the scars of its struggle. That's the proof it broke free." Even indoors, despite the heating, I was bundled in thick long sleeves and pants. Only a sliver of my slender neck was visible. The massive glass wall of the studio acted like a cold mirror, clearly reflecting a new tattoo behind my ear—a meticulously designed butterfly. The break in its wings cleverly covered the faint scar left behind by a shard of the crystal chandelier that had fallen in the Blackwood family

“Don’t worry. Our daughter will be the only 24 years old young woman in this world with a butterfly birthmark on her lower back. I’ll find her even if I have to flip the entire Glendale over!” Meredith was stunned. She could not believe what she just heard. She was pleased with the fact that Brittany was not their biological daughter. However, she was unable to accept what Sean said. She remembered clearly that Madeline had a butterfly birthmark on the left side of her lower back! Plus, Madeline and Brittany’s birthdays were on the same day. She was also 24 this year!

"Sparrows were my mom's favorite birds. And lately, one has been watching over me at my parent's house. I think it's a sign that I'm supposed to get one and that my mom is watching out for me beyond the grave." Jeremy holds my hand as we drive through the light green spring trees. April is almost perfect. The air is crisp but not too sweaty. We get to Marvelous Tattoo. They accept walk-ins. We fill out forms that prove we are old enough to scar our bodies. They scan our licenses. A lady with both arms filled with tattoos greets us. She's wearing goth attire and has piercings in every location imaginable.

He was about to stroke her cheek with the tip of his fingers but she moved her face away. “You can deny as much as you want Katherine, you can hide your feelings from me but I know you’re my baby girl, the one I’ve never stopped thinking about.” “I remember this day so clearly. You were the one who insisted we got the tattoos. Tell me who the hell would have this kind of tattoo other than us?” The tat was a beautiful butterfly and below it were their initials. “AK”, written in cursive writing, with a love shape after it. “The only difference is that mine is very clear while yours, I’m sure you’ve tried to get it off. The reason why it took this long for me to notice it.”

“You don’t want to get to know me Kaden, you just wanna get into my panties.” He grinned. “How about I wanna get to know you and also get into your panties?” I smiled,shook my head and said nothing.My eyes caught sight of the sexy butterfly tattoo on his neck and I felt the urge to run my fingers over it. "May I?" I asked hesitantly, reaching out my hand. Kaden nodded, granting me permission. My fingers made contact with his neck, feeling the raised ink under my touch. The colors were even more vibrant up close, it was dark with the wings having a mix of blue,hue and gold.

But now she's in bed like an egg that might crack if I looked away. It hurts watching her like this. My hand moved to her face then I quietly tucked the stray strand of her red hair behind her ear. Then I noticed something I didn't see earlier. It was a butterfly tattoo behind her ear. Two of them. One was slightly bigger than the other. It looked beautiful on her skin. I didn't realize when my lips curved up a little bit.

She needs the sleep, so I won’t move yet and risk waking her. Seventeen minutes. If only I had the will power to stop staring at my watch. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what my child might look like today. Would she resemble me at all? I picture her with soft brown hair like my own but with Micha’s pale skin and bright golden-brown eyes. Both Micha and I are tall and muscular, so I would assume that our offspring would fare the same height and strength. Though being the chosen daughter of the Goddess and being blessed with the power of telekinesis, that is strength enough alone.

She had a tattoo of a little blue bird on her ribs that I hadn’t noticed before. Tracing the delicate wing with my fingertip, I asked, “What does this represent?” “It’s an Australian Fairy Wren. My parents were big into ornithology, hence mine and my brother’s names.” She looked down at the tattoo. “It reminds me of them.” I leaned forward to kiss it. She shivered, her hands coming to rest in my hair. I drifted my mouth lower down her stomach, kissing her hip bones and the top of her mound. Her hips flexed into my mouth when I did that, and I smiled.

When she wanted to see it, the tattoo would reveal itself. It was unusual at first. Why did she suddenly have this tattoo on her body? But the more she thought about it, the pleased she became. This weird butterfly unexpectedly became her savior, her key to success, and her means of retaliation. The butterfly had eight blank circles, and after a few days, the first circle gained some color. After more investigation, she discovered that the colored circle was actually a portal to a dimensional well, a well where a distinct aroma essence would gather. And as long as she knows how to harness and apply this energy, she has the potential to go far. She could not achieve this, however, until she m

Arguing with her at this moment seem pointless, I decide to avert her attention by asking the question I've always wanted to ask. “The butterfly tattoo on your back, how long has it been there?” I asked. She scoffed. “Since high school, just like my brother, my parent are very religious, and they'll kill me if they find out that I got a tattoo”. She laughs, “Actually, Sally drew the tattoo. She used to say; butterflies are God's proof that we'll be….” “..... Given a second chance” I interrupt impulsively, it feels like I've heard such before.