Peach Blossom Tattoo Novels & Stories

However, she could not see the tattoo on her back. Blair turned on the room lights, took his phone, and snapped a picture for her. “Look.” Mable looked to find that the tattoo on her back was a peach blossom tree in full bloom.

I said, accepting her call on FaceTime. "You're just jealous you can't stand getting a tattoo. " She drawls. "Anywayyyy. Check out my tattoo." She lifts up her tank top. There's a large butterfly there with little Rs attached to the sides. "Butterflies indicate new beginnings," she beamed like she told me. Normally, butterflies would look hella childish, but the way the tattoo artist did it made it look nice. "It's beautiful." "I know, right." She put her shirt down, sitting right in front of the desk she put her laptop. "You should get one too." She lowers her voice. "After everything."

She worked quietly and efficiently, but not too quickly. Despite her anger at being put in this position, and her eagerness in wanting to shift his hot ass off the table ASAP, she found that she actually really cared about making this tiny tattoo beautiful. She pictured the flower as something delicate, with an inner strength and light, that protected it from the icy cold, even as it was trapped by it. She wanted the rose to have grace and power, to have confidence in its own vulnerability.

Rex said. Once Lacey heard Rex make that statement, she looked over her shoulder, noticed her top was not on properly, quickly spinning so her back was facing Kealy, who knew instantly what her sister meant and adjusted her top to cover her, “It’s nothing, I have a tattoo artist filling the color in, it isn’t done yet.” “Why are you getting a tattoo of a royal flower? Aren’t they the symbol of royalty?” Rex inquired, eyeing her actions suspiciously.

He asked, tracing the smaller flower that composed her black and grey tattoo. “The peony? I find it cute,” she shrugged. “Cute?” He was lost. She had a flower that had a double meaning that eternalized her mother on her skin and another she found… cute? “What, you thought it would have another deep and symbolic meaning?” She pushed her body up to lay against the headboard, and Chris laid on her lap still looking at the ink. She carelessly played with his hair, and it felt like home. He thought it would be a sensitive matter, but she was laughing.

I say under my breath. “Next week. I will send the invitation.” Vicky says. The door opens to reveal a smiling Bella. “I think it went well,” I say to the girls. Bella doesn’t say a word, she smiles and sits beside me. “You better start talking,” Mia says. “Go get your tattoos.” “Mia.” “I will tell you guys after the tattoo.” She says. “Fine by me as long I get the gossip.” Bella picked out a butterfly tattoo, it was blue with a small write-up under it. It was fucking adorable. Once we got our tattoo we got back home.

Liam placed sweet kisses on her face, as though trying to take away the pain. ''Do you want her to stop?” ''Nope!” Kate exclaimed even before Liam could finish his question and he laughed. ''Then you have to bear with the pain okay? It'll be over soon.” He encouraged. Kate nodded and bit on her lower lip, her face all red. The tattooist had drawn the butterfly wanted on her boobs, it was very pretty but it was still red and hurting so Kate didn't want to touch it. After which, she opted to get a red rose design on her ankle, Liam was against it, because she was already red from the one she had gotten but she had insisted.

David said next to me. I looked at him in surprise. "What's happening?" He shook his head. “Love… this probably won't work.” He climbed in, stepping up close behind me and pointing to my side. I looked down and found out that there is no lining under the lace and because of that my tattoo is visible. These were flowers that were mostly located on one half of the ass, but also reached a little on the thigh and up to the pelvic bone. David frowned at the sight. “That would drive parents crazy, Tate. Certainly not these."

NATE I sip from my cup as I watch Tasha dance, rocking her body to the music. She twerks her ass like a frenzy goddess, rolling her hips in front of Jennie, who just claps and keeps on yelling over her voice at Tasha to keep going. The cut of Tasha's bikini bra is deep, extending to the base of the middle of her full breasts, which are now shining with sweat and bouncing hard as she dances more. My eyes trail down her body, spotting a black rose tattoo on the side of her left stomach. Her thick thighs are spotless, flexing with the power of her seductive dance moves. The black lace of her kimono is like a silent teasing temptation, scantily hiding nothing about her sexy body.

His gaze dropped to the dip of my camisole neckline where the rose tattoo peeked out, petals soft and vivid against my skin. "That's pretty," he said suddenly, pointing with one small finger. "The flower on your chest. It's like the lines on Papa's arm, but yours is nicer. It has colours and petals. Papa has lots of black lines but he never tells me the stories. He says some things are for when I'm bigger. But yours looks happy. Like it belongs right there with you." I blinked, caught off guard by the innocent observation. My hand moved automatically to cover the tattoo, fingertips brushing the edge of the thorns. "It's just an old one, sweetheart. From a long time ago."