Realistic Four Leaf Clover Tattoo Novels & Stories

He rolled up the first of his sleeves and stretched his hand out so it caught the light. His entire sleeve was a canvas of intricate tattoos, with a clock dominating the design, its inner gears showing and extending down to his wrists. Surrounding the clock was a blooming rose flower, its petals wilting. Delicate rose flowers bloomed around it, their petals hugging the clock, yet also wilting, as if succumbing to the passage of time. Dominating the top part of his hand was what I assumed was an angel, with a dark cloak over his body and a blade buried in his chest

I would give my all to her. I bet she never knew I had a tattoo on my left chest covered in plumeria flowers that represented her. The five leaves represent sincerity, faith, devotion, aspiration, and surrender. Everything dedicated to her. I had her initials on one of the leaves because at all cost, I will always surrender my heart to her. I wanted to see her again but maybe it wasn’t right to see her so soon. A part of me pushing to get a glimpse of her. Maybe I’ll stop by the school next week to get Olivia. Make an excuse to just be in sight of her.

He saw a pink mark on her tiny shoulder as he tidied her. He leaned in closer for a better look. The mark was distinct—a four-leaf clover nestled between her chest and shoulder. His fingers hovered over it, careful not to disturb her delicate skin. “What is it?” Aralise’s voice cut through the quiet, her brow arched. “It’s nothing,” Charles straightened, his expression warm as he gazed at the child. She has a birthmark,” he said. “It’s pretty—a four-leaf clover, right here.” He pointed to the spot.

William could not believe how comforted he felt being in the presence of the person that had originally put him in a foul mood. He glances at the bookmark, lightly brushing the clover pressed onto it with his thumb. A four leaf clover represents luck and is a means to ward off evil. Likely a coincidence but William couldn't help feeling pleased with such a gift. "Well... thank you for the bookmark." Mikhail blushes from William's words, catching William off guard as his cheeks began to heat in response. William clears his throat in attempt to hide his embarrassment, coughing lightly in his fist only for Mikhail to chuckle in reply.

His eyes, a startling shade of amber, held a stillness that felt ancient. “I need a cover-up,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He shrugged off his leather jacket and revealed an old, poorly done tattoo on his left pectoral, right over his heart. It was a mess of faded lines, but beneath the jumbled ink, Sloane could see the faint, elegant shape of a Celtic knot. “Something to bind it. To make it permanent.”

Then he stuck his thumb against my clit and I let out a squeal. “Okay, okay I hope you like it!” and lifted up my black vest top before grabbing my breasts. The tattoo was underneath my breasts. It represented two braided pieces of rope intertwined leading from each side, underneath my breath to meet in the middle. “It’s called a lover’s knot,” I said. I felt his cock harden against my ass. “I thought you might like it.” “I fucking love it. Kate, fuck that’s hot,” he growled as he urged me to climb on top of him.

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.

Zorien falls back lazily on his hands flattened on the bed behind him, bringing a deeper level of his fixation on me that has me itching to scram away for my life. The way his eyes dim and the amusement seems to indent itself with a form of interest I can’t comprehend...I swallow a scratchy lump and rip my eyes away to stare down at the pink and black pajama set. In the middle of the shirt is a four-leaf clover with a knightly sword thrust through diagonally. I bring my arms elevating sideways, “Hmm, it might be big, but I love how It feels on me”. I give my assessment and hear a throaty hum from Zorien that compels me to look up at him to find him rising on his feet and stalking toward me.

I also knew that Rose could possibly be the only person who could calm him down so I decided to let him go. I stood there and evaluated the woman that managed to send Lucifer off on a one-man rampage. There was one thing that I took notice of and that was her manly style of dressing. Her haphazard dressing made her look as if she crawled out of some dingy alleyway or possibly worse. Her arm had a tattoo along the length of it. The tattoo looked to be a set of four aces, ace of hearts, clubs, diamonds, and most importantly, spades. It didn't look professionally done and the tattoo seemed to be fading away.

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