Simple Lotus Flower Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

She has wide, bow-shaped lips, a small straight nose, and tattoos on both arms and hands of smoke that starts between her knuckles and swirls up and around her arms. He knows it flows up to and around her shoulders, meeting up with a back tattoo of a phoenix with some flowers, creating an intricate backdrop for the bird. The flowers have the names of those she's lost along the way hidden in their stamens and petals. She cups Kai’s cheek and he sighs, leaning into her touch,

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

A lifelike lotus flower was carved into the tip. "This is the Silent Lotus. The starting bid is 500 thousand dollars." Kayla looked at Sean, her eyes filled with confidence. Everyone knew Kayla loved lotus flowers, but Sean didn't even raise his bidding paddle. The price continued climbing. Soon, it reached one and a half million. Suddenly, a bidding paddle with an unfamiliar number was raised.

They were not close enough for this sort of gesture, and yet being around Dante always made her feel unsettled for reasons she could not explain. "Well, I won't say no to that," Dante replied with an easy smile. As he spoke, his phone rang. He gestured to her briefly and walked to the window to take the call. Camellia's eyes drifted to his wrist. His small-leaf sandalwood bracelet caught the sunlight, and its understated elegance stirred something in her memory. Each bead was carved in the shape of a lotus flower, a design that matched the birthday gift she had received from her mentor ten years ago.

he sighed, tenderly kissing it. He lifted his face and locked eyes with mine; we both said in unison, “Eternal Love…” “Now over here…” His fingers traced another pattern. That one was loathed from my belly button to my apex. “We have the Golden Sunflower, the symbol of fertility…” She said and kissed it, and I shivered. “What about the ones on my back?” I asked him, feeling giddy, curious, but above all, heavily aroused. “Those are the ones that remind me of you… I traced the Wild Orchid, the Rainbow Blossom, and the Fire Dandelion…” He kept running his fingers lazily over my skin, making me tremble.