Mother's Keeper Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Do you want to be a stay at a home mother?” “Not really. With that being said, I don’t want to work a full-time job either. I want to give back to the community and spend time with our family,” I admitted. “That’ll be just fine. Whatever you want to do, I fully support.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, my queen. I told you already. I’m never going to try to control you. I don’t care what you do as long as you remain loyal to me and are happy.” “Well then I’m going to get a big ass neck tattoo!”

She looks so much better and happier over the past few months. She smiles at me as she hands my daughter over, leaning down to brush a gentle kiss over the crown of Moon’s golden hair. “She’s still sleeping. She’s such a calm spirit,” my mom whispers. That makes me smile, and I want to say something, but the pack is already forming a circle around us. Each member is holding a charm necklace, signifying acceptance and protection—an emblem of loyalty and love. Jaxon guides me to stand properly in the middle. I lean against him because he’s like this huge rock that shields me from everything. And I love it.

Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, winding and thick brushed tribal designs covering the skin around them. “Guess again, asshole. If you’re so familiar with their markings, you probably know what my ink means.” Harken glares down at Karl, watching as the kids’ wide eyes wander over the tattoo, his fingers gripping his forearms. “Well, w-what’s that one then?” Karl asks and poi

she added. "Hello? where are you dear? It's already late and it's not good to be walking around this late in your condition. The doctor said you need a lot of rest because is good for the unborn child." uttered Dickson worriedly on the other side of the line. "I know dear. Mother just won't let me go, she kept ranting about how I needed to take care of my health for the baby. I just left her but I got caught up in something. I will tell you more when I get home."

"Hi. You're going to help with putting my dad away, right?" "I am." She looked just like her mother, blond hair and beautiful light skin. She wore baggy jeans and a tight white top with her hair let loosely down her back. "I hope you don't mind but I did do my research on you and I'm really glad my mom chose you to represent her." She smiled before hugging me and I hugged back. She looked down at my hand with the butterfly tattoo, "Pretty tattoo. Have any meaning to it?" "Well, you could say that."

The only one who ever truly cared. The memory faded, and I was back in the sanctuary, staring at the man who had been my secret guardian for all these years. "You saved my life that night," Kael's voice was soft, pulling me from my thoughts. "From that moment on, I swore I would spend my life protecting you." He rolled up his sleeve, revealing an intricate tattoo on his arm. It was the image of a wolf, identical to the mark on my own wolf's form. "This is a guardian's mark," Kael said, gently stroking the tattoo. "It only appears when you truly love someone, when you are willing to protect them with your life."

A second woman shifted closer, her fingers trailing lazily across my abdomen, tracing the lines of muscle with deliberate slowness. "You have a great tattoo," she murmured, her voice dripping with admiration as she let her nails skim over the ink sprawling across my stomach. I followed her gaze, my own eyes locking onto the dark designs covering my skin. What she saw was art and what I saw were shields. Thick black ink covered the scars of a past I wished to forget. I could still feel the faint sting of old wounds, the memories of my stepmother's cruelty marked on my skin.

Below it, I wore faded denim shorts that showed off my long, dusky skinned legs paired with a fashionable pair of black heeled boots that went just above the ankle. So the spreading, navy blue tattoo was clearly visible for the world to see and it formed a tribal tattoo exactly identical to the one Chester had on his chest !! “That’s the mark of my father’s clan,” he revealed. “It is said that only true lovers are able to get exactly identical tattoos which is the rarest of rare case, believe me, specially if the lover is not from the same clan,” he elucidated. “This mark will always protect you and give you my part of the courage and energy if you ever need it when I am not with you. It is

"Ooh thanks, Miss Kierra" "Does it have a meaning" "Not really, it's just a fancy tattoo. When I went to a tattoo shop I picked it because I liked the simplicity. It reminds me of our god the Moon Goddess" "That's lovely. A crown on a moon. It's a nice one. I can see that you are really faithful to her to even get a tattoo that reminds you of her " I said " Yeah I am" "I'll go back to the house to get prepared, I'll be waiting for you"

Now that she knew that tattoos were allowed and permissible in this place, she was suddenly overcome by the desire to get one, for at least the reason to keep some sort of connection to her mother and her memories back at home. She would never see her mother again. She... would never see her mother again. Gretel supressed a sob, plastering her hands over her mouth and desperate to keep all the sounds and emotions in. Hot tears ran down the backs of her hands, flowing over the backs of her sleeves.