Peach Blossom Tattoo Novels & Stories

Victor begrudgingly sat up, rubbing his eyes. I stood between his legs and began to unbutton his shirt, he took of his watches as I did so. The room was a bit warm, and I hoped that taking a little nap would help him recharge fully. As I unbuttoned his shirt, I noticed a flower tattoo that sprawled from his abdomen to his chest. It was a couple of black roses with red highlights, and it was absolutely beautiful. I couldn't resist running my fingers over it, wondering if it felt just the way it was.

I can’t show him how happy I am about that. "It was interesting in the beginning, and yeah I got this one on Monday," Interesting. "Let's get tattoos together, not matching tattoos but I want to get one too," I traced the Lotus tattoo. Seeing how pretty it looked on his wrist, I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss it, it’s slowly becoming one of my favourite flowers because of him. "When do you want to get it?" He pulled me closer to him.

There was no way I could put on a smile. I had gone through seven revisions with the tattoo artist before settling on that design. We had decided upon the number of petals, the flow of the hidden lines, and the exact petal beneath which the letter would be concealed. I had drawn every detail. Back then, Zach told me the rose represented me, passionate yet covered in thorns. Julie noticed me and quickly lowered her hand. “Miss Annie, please don’t misunderstand. Madam Cross wanted to see how the tattoo turned out, so she asked me to come by.”

she yells back, then pulls away from the curb. I watch her taillights disappear down the empty street, my stomach doing little flips. I’ve wanted this tattoo for months. A delicate vine of roses curling over my left hip bone. Something pretty and feminine and mine. Tonight feels perfect. The air is cool, the city quiet, and I’m finally doing it.

“I will tell you everything while I help you bathe.” Once I am inside the bathtub, he picks up a sponge to help me wash my back. He places it on my right shoulder. Then he removes it. “I am pretty sure you didn’t have this tattoo before. When did you get it?” he asks. Instinctively, I turn my head to look at my back. While I can’t see it, I know what Caleb is talking about—the contour of a water lily on the middle of my back, a moon rising above it, and two stars on either side of it.

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

He shook his head slightly and licked his lips. “Good morning, princess.” He said. It’s the second time or maybe third time he calls me that. He walked towards me. “How do you say about we get matching tattoos?” He asked as he looked at my hand. I didn’t know what to say. “Why a datura flower? It’s poisonous?” “Why roses on your back? They have thorns,” He responded and I sighed. “Sir, with all your due respect, I asked the question first.” I said and he looked at me and smirked.

Pink only nodded with a smile. "I am not trying to cloud your head with negativity but this is life, and life is filled with Peaches and Bottles," Kim explained to Pink. "You know peaches are beautiful while bottles when broken are harmful and painful. Beauty and pain - life is beautiful and painful too. You just have to get used to it and make the best out of your peaches and bottles." "I'll try," Pink said dryly. *** "Don't be ridiculous!" Payson yelled across the living room at Nathan. "She is pregnant with your child!"

Said the girl on the other end of the phone, who is one of my trustees in Japan. "Pavi, I need you to find all information about this person and this Logo, and when I say all, you know what I mean." I told her as I emailed her all the details. "Yeah, I know, hmmm about Argon Socherberg? Who exactly is this man? He also has a tattoo on his face, is this the new trend? This logo, it’s the same with your tattoo right?" she wondered. "Is there any pending mission there?" I asked lazily as I sat in my swivel chair, ignoring her questions.

"The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who has nothing left to lose." I looked at the card, then back up into his dark, hungry eyes. I reached out to take it. As I did, I intentionally let my fingers brush against his calloused palm. A sharp, electric shock shot through me, and I let out a soft gasp. Franco’s eyes dilated instantly. He stepped half an inch closer, his thigh brushing against mine. He knew exactly what that touch did to me. He wanted it just as much as I did. "Rule one," Franco whispered, leaning down until his lips almost brushed the shell of my ear, his breath