Sakura Branch Tattoo Novels & Stories

Said Sara giving Sekora a tight hug. “Mom, I’m not a weed, I’m a big flower. Said Sekora, crossing her arms. “Oh and which one is that?” asked Sara with a smile. “The Cherry Blossom flower.” Said Sekora returning the smile. “Alright honey, lets go or we will be late.” Said Sara, loading Sekora in the families Honda Civic and shutting door. “Can we listen to the Magical unicorns theme?” asked Sekora. “Once.” Sara replied. “Twice please!” pleaded Sekora holding up two fingers.

I look down at his hand before glancing back at him, he goes to say something before frowning and removing his hand from my leg and with it the electric spark between us lessons. ‘Have fun, I’ll pick you up when you’re done,’ I give him a smile biting my lip with a nod as I exit the car. The café is busy but I can see Sabrina waiting there for me inside. I head in excited to see her, I just hope this goes well. I look down at my wrist seeing the little S tattoo on my wrist. A symbol of our friendship I just hope it enough. Heading over to the table weaving my way through the crowds I take the seat opposite her. I’d normally give her a hug but I’m not sure just yet.

I chuckled and leaned in closer to his face, bending my knees. "Watashihadare?” [Who am I?] I burst out laughing at the thought that my own people have no idea who I am. Oh, right! My tattoo. I removed the silicone cosmetics that had covered my face tattoo. His eyes widened even more when I removed the cover, and because of the dark surroundings, it slowly glows. "R-Ranshio Violet! Mōshiwakearimasen! Watashi o yurushitekudasai watashi no oroka-sa no tame ni!"

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

Sakura said sweetly as Crystal told Randy what she wanted. “Star got a hot client?” I asked, my voice came out a little raspy. “Yes! He’s like… drop dead sexy,” she said. Her voice was loud enough to hear over the blaring music. She’s wearing a bright pink kimono and a blue headband with Japanese characters on it. Her nipples are barely covered by her kimono. “He gives off unredeemable villain vibes and I just-ah,” she moans as she shivers. “You didn’t check it out when you got here?” Crystal asked. I shook my head. “After we got dressed, we came out and noticed it right away. I had to see what the fuss was about and I was not disappointed.”

she whispered, “under your clothes. A reminder.” We ended in Shibuya, crossing the famous scramble at dusk when the lights came on and the city felt like it was breathing. Sakura insisted we stop at a tiny café famous for matcha parfaits. I managed half of the towering green-and-white confection before my stomach gently protested. She didn’t push, just ordered ginger tea instead. By the time we returned to the Suzuki estate the sky had turned indigo, strung with stars. Dante was waiting in the courtyard, coat slung over one arm, sleeves rolled to his elbows, looking tired but content.

(DIRECTION OF LIGHT) ON the thickest branch of the big and old Sakura tree, he leans his back on its trunk and sitting comfortably while he is gazing up the bright full moon. Arthur could not help, but laugh and smile for himself and the fate that he crosses and took now. Somehow counting the Sakura flower petals that slowly falling with the aid of the gentle wind and moving in a steady, graceful, and swirling pattern. He reaches his hand, and a petal falls unto his palm. With the bright light of the moon that forms a silhouette of his shadows. He gazes at the petal, where the Maiden’s image draws from his memory. He grasps the petal and quickly. With his palm close and with force, a mix of

The wannabe Barbie goes up to James, practically shoving her disproportionately large cleavage from her tiny top in his face. Skyler, who is behind her, turns to us and puts two fingers in her throat, mimicking someone who's vomiting. I get it, James is her brother. I bite my lower lip to try not to burst out laughing. The blonde doesn't notice anything, too busy looking at James. "I'd like a tattoo on my right butt cheek. Can you do it?" Her voice is shrill. It sounds like her vocal cords are stuck in the door. James points to me. "She does the designs, I handle the tattooing."