Roman Wilson Butterfly Tattoo Novels & Stories

The tattoo had been left to heal, and remaining true to the promise I made him, I hadn’t looked at it; no matter how much I was itching to. Gulping, I closed my eyes as he gently peeled off the plaster. “This is my way of claiming you, Rose,” he said and kissed the exposed skin of my shoulder. He removed the bandage, and I slowly opened my eyes. On their own accord, my hands came up and covered my mouth as a gasp escaped my lips when I saw the beautiful drawing that had taken over the hideous scar. It was a motorcycle lost to time and consumed but a wildflower bush. The vines wrapped the metal in their embrace, and big red roses bloomed around it, claiming it. Right next to it lay a huge gra

"Danny suggested I draw a larger tattoo to go over my girl to help cover the scar. She will always be there, just we will be beside her." I felt tears in my eyes as I looked at his drawing. He had merged our two wolves, facing each other. My girl had her snout in Kota's chest. "Wesly," I whisper as my fingers trace the wolves. "Do you like it?" He asked me. "I know it's a little larger." "I love it!" I said, and then I showed him my gratitude.

When did they care about me ever? So I decided to get a butterfly tattoo with the letter Z on the center in neon pink and green. I had it drawn over the scar on my arm. When the artist was done, I was actually glad I did it. “Why the letter Z?” Marie asked. I laughed. “Maybe that’s my prerequisite for your little game. I’ll hook up with a guy… only if his name starts with a Z.” Marie glared at me. “Are you freaking kidding me? You had to choose the most difficult letter in the alphabet?”

I slumped heavily onto my bed, the evidence of my tattoo blatantly displayed on the screen of Willow's bedazzled phone. "It's pretty, I guess." I stared at the inked fruit-laden tree, its branches entwined with the tribal border of the circular design. Something felt familiar about this picture, but I couldn't place it. "It seems familiar." I eventually admitted, handing Willow back her phone. She nodded her head, sitting next to me and traced one of the stupid butterflies on my duvet cover. "I've seen a version similar to that in my dreams." I heard her swallow hard before she continued. "The guy with the black hair and ice blue eyes had one like that on his chest. Except his tree had no le

?” I enquire. His smile says, “I can teleport.” “Then why are we using a car if you could get us there in a bat of the eye?” “Car rides are fun.” He laughs. “I believe that it is my turn to ask the questions, what’s your favourite colour?” He enquired. “Brown.” was my response. Since discovering the butterfly tattoo on his back this morning, I’ve been wondering, “What does the butterfly tattoo on your back mean?” “It isn’t a tattoo, and I don’t know what it means. It’s just a marking that I was born with.” He said. A mark? Who would have done that? Dimitri asked, “If you had the chance to meet anyone, who would it be?” “My little cousin, Diego.” I responded, “I haven’t seen him for fifteen y

Lylah shrugged. The first line was destroyed. More werewolves, despite having many of their men down, still surged toward Lylah and the group. They were firmer and stronger, with heavy long blockers ready to support them at the front line. Falcon couldn't help but stare at Lylah's tattoo, especially the one on her left shoulder: ‘Little Wolf’. Then the other tattoos—where did she get them? As if sensing his gaze, Lylah glanced at him with a blank look.

Not until he get some clear results. They were taking a toll in the mall. Some shopping’s for girls. Some for Cyrus. As their anniversary was around the corner, he wanted to make it special for him. They were just walking through the shops when Denzel came across a tattoo studio. "Bright Win, how about i ink a tattoo? For Cyrus"? He suggested. Win wasn’t sure if Cyrus would like or not but Denzel was too excited so he nodded his head. Denzel opted a one wing Tattoo with M embossed into it. A memory for Nattasha that she would always be his wing to fly high. It was emotional but Denzel was happily taking the needles. It took him almost an hour to get free and now they were hungry.

Celeste said. “That’s an advantage that I have," he admitted. “It’s like flipping a coin.” “Give head or chase tail?” Celeste offered. Wynne walked over to where Celeste was with a page of tattoos. She pointed to a cluster of lilies. Her wolf had liked it since her name was Lily. “Where should I get this?” “Either on the forearm, thigh or upper arm.” Celeste suggested. “Especially until you know how much you like getting tattoos. The meatier, the less it hurts.”

"Don't mention my name." Ravi kept moving, his knees sinking deeper into the mattress while Raymond moved along. Raymond's eyes pleaded with Ravi, and Ravi knew what the man wanted from him. Ravi's hands pressed against Raymond's chest, and in a swift motion, he moved upward, removing the shirt clinging to the man, revealing a natural tattoo with Ravi's name engraved there. Ravi ran his fingers over it, eliciting a moan from Raymond's lips. "Ravi... Ravi, something's about to come out."

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.