Simple Lotus Flower Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

"Not a chance, be sensible about this." "Fine! I'll get a nice pattern," he says as he gives up. We stop at the desk and a woman with lots of tattoos and piercings asks us to wait on the seats with a book full of designs. Cole shows me all the ones he likes which are tribal shapes or flowers. "This one is nice," he says as he points to one with a lotus flower and dots around it in swirly shapes. "They'll all look beautiful on you," I say to him and he gasps quietly.

This was a question that I should have asked long before now, but it had honestly not even crossed my mind until one of our warriors commented about his new mate’s heat. She flipped the visor mirror down, looking at the mark on her neck, and smiling. The mark fit her perfectly. It was a lotus flower backed by a full moon. A lotus symbolized rebirth and strength. The full moon symbolized completion. Those two symbols combined to showcase who my mate was. She was a fucking phoenix that rose from the ashes to complete this new and stronger Ziyah.

Lolita whispered. “No. It'll be easy, I promise. I’ve always been easy on you.” “What tattoo should I get? I’ve never thought of having one before.” “A flower on your arm should do.” She frowned. “That’s cheesy.” “You are cheesy.” She started to laugh, but it got stuck on her throat. Lolita couldn’t laugh in her dreams. It tortured her, pulled at her heartstrings and the empty hole that was there. Hayden’s smile faded when he saw the amount of pain she was in.

She inquired of the Alpha. "My favorite flower?" Seira nodded. "I don't have one!" Hunter blunted, looking away. *~* Stepping out of the tattoo shop, Seira couldn't stop looking at her wrist, grinning widely, caressing the ink on her wrist. "Can you stop grinning, it doesn't look good on you," Hunter scowled. The grin on her lips didn't fade. "I'm happy, this is your favorite flower. Is there any particular reason why lotus is your favorite?" she looked up at him expectantly.

A pretty love tattoo that looked embroidered with red and green flowers adorned one and bloomed right after each other seated on one of her laps. Without thought, which was extremely unlike me, I reached out to touch the flower. Goosebumps sprouted on her skin along the path of my dragging fingertips. She was as soft as she looked, like a soft moist cream. “Perfect__love them,” I murmured. “Th-thank you.” She said, exhaling a jagged breath when I moved to the other leg, trailing my fingers along the star flower tattoo that looked like they were made of thread, a brilliant illusion created from ink. “They were done by an artist that works close to a club, I met with her a couple of times.”

He stood close, as though he might have spoken to me more than once. “Did I ignore you? I tune everything out when I’m reading a good book,” I said, putting my phone in my purse. He made a motion with his index finger and thumb. “Just a little.” “Geez. Sorry.” My cheeks flushed with color. “I’m ready to do this, though.” I stood and followed him to his station. “What did you decide you wanted to cover it with?” “A lotus flower,” I said as I situated myself in his leather chair. “I think it’s fitting since it represents rebirth and strength.” Telling him the reason behind my choosing a lotus flower made me feel vulnerable in ways I hadn’t expected.

, I shouted through our mindlink. I held Fay's hands and closed my eyes after taking a deep breath. I imagined I was in a field that had different flowers. I passed different shades of flowers, which represent different areas of her being and looked around for the one that signifies being joined to another soul. I found a garden of lotus flowers. There were white lotus flowers but they were being tainted by withered lotus flowers and it was only a matter of time before the remaining lotus flowers wilted away. I plucked out the wilted flowers and watched them dissipate into thin air. I placed my hands over the lotus flower and watched it become prettier and healthier.

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

It's quite strange, why is it called the lotus flower if the symbol shown is the head of a lion. Thanks to that strangeness, Zhou Fu had time to observe every inch of the lion head statue in each pavilion. And, Zhou Fu's eyes did find something unusual, there was a lotus flower on the top of the lion's forehead, on the left side just above the lion's mane. The first and second pavilions only had one flower each. While the third pavilion has three flowers.

The spray of the cold water hot my skin, causing me to grind my teeth but it doesn't deter me. I reached across him, and gently tug the loofah from his hands. He doesn't turn to face me, so I applied more soap, and started scrubbing his back. Achilles back was covered with more tattoos than I had realized. I traced a red lotus flower with my finger. It had thorns wrapped around it, with blood dripping from it. “What does it mean?” The silence stretched. Just when I thought he would say nothing, he spoke. “Just a stupid tattoo I got as a teen.”