Royal Flush Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

I could see him take a deep breath when my palm landed on his chest, tracing the drawings. There was a wolf with wide wings on his right arm and a phoenix on his left arm. I felt something magical with them; they seemed to relax at my calm touch. The lion standing under a tree on his chest looked so endearing that I couldn't help but look into the lion's eyes. The tattoos weren't ordinary; every one of them had a meaning that I was sure of. "Do you love it?" He asked softly, looking up at me; our eyes met, his not leaving mine.

Holding the winning stance as his proud smile draws, he flips his card open as he declares. “Full house!” screaming like he owns the world whereinto this play, he is the king and an unbeatable one on the throne. Jaira blinks twice as she whispers and casually reveals her card. “Sorry.” Apologizing yet not. Jeffrey’s thoughts are pin and in seconds stun as Jaira’s card reveals to be, “Royal Straight Flush!” he screams in dismay as he could not believe his eyes and could hardly believe it to be. Where he stands up in shock and disbelief asking in an insisting tone. “Impossible! There’s only a 1 in 6,150,000 chance! How?”

I asked, my curiosity piqued. "They are the markings of Royalty," Raphael said, his voice filled with awe, "of a great King, one who rules with wisdom and power." He gazed at my phone with wonder, his eyes tracing the glowing patterns as if seeing them for the first time, but still knowing what they meant. "This is me?" he was shocked. What did this mean for him?

“Remember at my one-year ceremony, when I said that I left the hotel, and went and did something that really meant something to me, before coming to the meeting?” “This was it?” “Yeah.” He ran his fingertip over her curved hip, over the tattoo’s lines. “It’s gorgeous.” “You think?” “I really do. Is it a lotus flower?” “Yes.” “Tell me what it means to you.” “Lotuses celebrate emerging from a struggle, and being stronger for it.” Naomi traced the white petals. “They’re new beginnings, but they’re also warnings… reminders to never forget the struggle. And they’re promises, too – promises to never return to the scene of the conflict. To move on.”

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’s jittery. He tries to reach out for his cup of coffee, but then his big sleeve gets in the way and makes it spill all over the table. However, that’s not the worst thing that happened. His sleeve rolls back, revealing a very vivid tattoo—a tattoo that I have too. The phases of the moon. The insignia of Sangria Amori, the mark of Royals, known by everyone. Morgan glares at the tattoo. Then he slowly looks up at us. At me.

’ I doubted, my hand trembled as it found itself touching it. “Do you like my tattoo?” Damon muttered, with his eyes closed. Was he awake all along? “Y…yes... It looks nice.” “I’ve had it since I was dating Sharon. We got it together.” He let out, now opening his eyes. “This design. It looks familiar. Like I've…” I was saying, but he cut me off. “The design represents our Club's aim.” “Club?” “Yes. Sharon and I used to belong to a Lovers’ Club. This tattoo is known as ‘King and Queen Crowns’. Every member of the club shares the same tattoo as a symbol of love and devotion for their partners.”

She sniffled, trying to regain control. “When I felt I could move forward, I got the tattoo. The butterfly is a harlequin I remember chasing with my siblings in Puerto Rico. Butterflies are supposed to symbolize hope and transformation. The flowers are the white plumeria native to Puerto Rico and symbolize love and new beginnings.” She explained. “That’s beautiful and fitting.” I nodded. “Thanks…” she sighed as she leaned her head against me. “I haven’t told anyone, other than my therapist, that before. It feels good to tell someone else.”

Shona was looking at me, completely confused. "There's a mafia tradition. Where the mafia gets inked in front of his queen. The tattoo resembles something that signifies their relationship. I didn't do that yet, but I want to do it today, so that I can let the world know, that I'm now owned by you," I confidently spoke. She looked at me, surprised. "Please start," I ordered the tattoo artists. They nodded, and one took out his tab and handed it over to shona. "Choose a design for me," I told her.

"If you are truly royal, then show me your tattoo." Lucian spoke and his voice was up in annoyance. The turn of events was infuriating him. Why didn't the man come earlier? Why did he come now? Kai lazily turned around and raised his shirt. The mark was there, every lycan ruler and descendant had it. It was a red tattoo. The fire was a red drawing of fire. Everyone gasped and Lucian pounded his fist on the table. "Impossible." He shouted. He could not believe that his father was infuriating him even in the dead. Raphael stood up and told everyone to return to their houses. The Lycans stood up and left. Party was over.