Sister's Keeper Tattoo Novels & Stories

My voice cracked. "You need to tell us everything ?" Madden said, visibly upset. I shook my head. "Not now. Later. I promise. But first…" I pulled out the photograph of Alice in the lake. The warning on the back. The napkin. "Someone killed my sister. Someone left these warnings. Someone has been watching me since the day I arrived." Ashley stared at the evidence. Tears welled in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell us?" "Because I didn't know if I could trust you."

Her bikini bottom had barely covered it. "Grade "A" Nigger Pussy," she said when she caught me staring at her tattoo, and knowing I was too far away to be able to read it. "My current fiance had me get it as a sign of our ever lasting love." My nose curled at the "N" word. Our family has never been bigoted, but I knew that her fiance had other plans for my sister if he made her get that. And a vision of my sister getting gang banged by groups of black men with big dicks flashed through my mind as Heidi got down on her knees before me, and nudged me backwards onto the bed. I fell back onto the cushioned mattress with my legs going up, and wide apart, my arms flailing wide as well.

Luminous and ethereal in the moonlight. To hide the truth from her, Anna had a tattoo of crown done near her mark, Alexie, and Sofia on their wrists, and Rie on her chest where the heart was. They told her it was a symbol of their sisterhood. Which was partially true. They had sworn to smack Xavier on the head as payment for their sacrifice under the needle. "Well, maybe he is your prince charming, Mish?" She grinned at her to cheer her up, trying to lighten the mood. "He seemed familiar. Like I have seen him before." Her frown marred her delicate beauty.

he murmured, his thumb gently caressing the tattooed skin there. I instinctively covered my face with my palm as I realised where he was touching. The tattoo was a single feather that was half burnt. “What does it mean?” He asked as he stared at me. I rolled onto my side, turning away from him, as I closed my eyes, and biting my lip hard. "It means nothing," I mumbled, hating that he had found it. That tattoo meant... so much to me. I got it when I lost my sister. It was a silent reminder that she hadn't yet found justice. But I couldn't tell him that.

“Hold out your hand, big sister of an inconvenient woman.” She bristles at sister. Good. That braid still has pull. I take her third finger and slide a bead-ring over the knuckle. Green wax seals it, tiny teeth mark the join, a fox scout’s signature. The ring sits wrong on her hand. All our art looks wrong on people who hunger instead of thirst. She admires it anyway, because she is not immune to shine.

He told me. "You're right, there's something on my mind but there's nothing you can do to fix it, thank you for your concern, you're such a sweet man, my sister is so fucking lucky to have you in her life, I'm jealous." I told him. "You have me in your life too, matter of time before I'm family and when you want to talk I'll be there to listen to you, I promise." Damn his lips were in that fucking smile again, could he stop being perfect for just a second?

“Right. Makes sense.” Nick raised his hand, giving me a lazy wave. “Anyway, good luck with your… search.” I froze mid-step, realizing that I hadn't told him about the search. But that wasn't the only thing that caught my attention. It was his sleeve, pulled back, and there it was. The tattoo. The same crude drawing of a flame and a star. My heart stopped. I’d seen that tattoo before. Exactly that one. In the photo of my sister. Her arm slung around someone whose face was out of frame, but the same tattoo on the same arm.

Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.” “Like hell you’re taking our sister away! I don’t care who you think you are, but she isn’t going anywhere with the likes of you!” Roman looked down on her with benign amusement and said, “She is my mate, and she will come back with me. You will not stop us just because you’re her sister.” Evelyn reared again, ready to drive her point home, when the look of surprise spread across her face, as she felt her father’s hand come down upon her shoulder. “Evie…” he said, “Your sister has found her mate. We should all be happy for this moment that she’s waited so long for.

“Don’t make me grab you around the neck and give you a noogie. It’ll mess up your hair and then I’ll have to hear from your mate about how you were whining to him about it.” My sister turns her full attention to me. “Emerson Gunnar, did you just make a joke?” “No, I was being very serious,” I say, but I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “Damn, Quinn must have mystic powers. Is she part witch?” “Nope, she’s one hundred percent Guardian,” I say, finally turning to my sister. “And she’s perfect for me. It took someone close to me, someone much smaller than I am, to smack me upside the head so I could see that.”

Seeing this, Kate was in gloom. “What's that look? I'm not going to die.” “Yea, yea, yea you tolerable maniac.” When she says this, she slowly cut the shirts' sleeves. Her heart squeezed as she saw the mark of Zitrey's old organization – the tattoo of the Dark moon, the group she truly hates and wants to destroy thoroughly. As they were responsible of why her cute and charming little sister experience hell and became like this— a coldhearted individual.