Sister's Keeper Tattoo Novels & Stories

The old lady was so much happy with their sweet nature that she gave them this necklace. It was a set of two identical ones. Both same from the outside. But both had different engravings. The one she kept was this one. She told them that it is written in honor of Goddess Soteria who is the spirit of salvation and preservation. She had said that “May the Goddess save you just like you have saved me from this difficulty”. I sat on the ground with my back leaning against the bed and my locket in hand. I clutched it tightly as tears again fell from my eyes. A kiss just a kiss had made me a whore in my father’s eyes.

I gave him a small smile of thanks and followed Lari out, and we headed down the street to our parent’s home. Everyone we passed gave Lari a small bow of respect, and she was so used to it by now she just kept on chatting about how excited Mom and Dad were going to be. I couldn’t help but smile as my sister is the Luna of one of the two biggest packs in North America. And now I am the Gamma female of the pack. I will need to ask about my duties as such. I heard one of them is I am Gamma to the Luna, which happens to be my sister. I have no problem with that job.

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

"Don't get me wrong, all your tattoos are amazing—but I can stare at those three for hours, I just love looking at them." "Good to know since I drew those as well as the rocket on my right thigh..." Fun fact, her rocket ship one was the tattoo that Green Ranger had a mini version of on her left ribs. "My sister might've changed a few things, but all things considered, those four are still 'my mind vomit.'" "You're brilliant." She grinned. "Hm, you know what? Fuck it, I can have favorites, too. So, yeah, it's a tie between the one on my back, and Scylla and Charybdis."

He puts his shirt back on and relaxes against the shelves opposite me, our feet touching. He tries to look at ease but I know showing me something like that haas left him feeling vulnerable. He didn’t have to, yet he did. “I understand. My mother will throw a fit if she finds out I have a tattoo on my lower back.” He tilts his head in silent regard. “So why do you have that? You don’t strike me to be one who went through a rebellious phase.” “Because I didn’t. I had the tattoo done after I got the message that my sister was dead. Something about her committing suicide. She really loved the lotus, especially the white ones.” A smile creeps onto my face at a memory that springs up.

“Wait, where is Trixi?” “Here” I turn to see my sister, she is glowing and proudly wearing the royal crest on her mate's mark. I whistle as I move her hair out the way, the golden mark is beautiful. It looks the same as aunt Len’s but with S and B where my aunt has L and O. My mother smiles looking proud as she investigates my sister's mark. “Lets see yours” Bellatrix says, almost bouncing on the spot with excitement. I groan but pull down the collar of my shirt. My sister gasps and both my mother and aunt Len put their hands over their mouths and Emerald just smiles.

Tanner insisted. "You miss your sister... don't you?" Tanner looked at his mother and smiled. "You have no idea mom. I miss her terribly. I can't wait to have her back here again but unfortunately....it's not happening soon." Morena nodded. "I don't know why she had to possess your father's gift but I'm pretty sure she will be able to come visit us once she gets enough training." Morena said and just then, he phone began to ring. "Oh....it's Gina." She whispered and picked up the call.

“I don’t know if he does or not but if he does why would I even want to know. Besides it was just me and my sisters that got these. You know because in of our last name, the Moiria was another name for the fates.” “I see. So, you’re saying that the three of you are like Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos? And with you being the oldest you would be considered Atropos. I can see that. You do have this stubborn quality about yourself. And I did hear that you were akin to an oracle.” “Yeah, well it’s what you all would call sister tattoos. That’s all. So, I take it you don’t like the outfit on me?” “No, I mean yes I do. It looks amazing on you.”

This woman, this fae, was dangerous. And she was called Mathilda, which means she wasn't the keeper, but probably works for the keeper. "Not probably, Sherneil. I do work for the keeper. She is my elder sister, after all," she said softly, still standing where she was. "Certainly not the keeper. But possibly stronger than her. Trust me," she said again, this time, in my mind. Damn! She can hear my thoughts! "I can do so much more, wolf." Behind her appeared five Sisters of the Keep. The large ones. The ones that had chased us just before Lisa had found us. The ones scared of the rain.

She could wait a of couple minutes. “Do any of your tattoos mean anything special?” She trailed a finger down his hard-muscled arm and the intricate, colorful artwork there. “Some of them.” He lifted his left arm out of the water and showed her an elaborate display of bloody roses around the name Kara on the inside of his forearm. “Old girlfriend?” she asked, tracing the letter K with her fingertip. “My little sister. She died in a car accident when she was sixteen.” Myrna glanced up at him, noting the raw pain on his face. “I’m sorry, Brian.