Sister's Keeper Tattoo Novels & Stories

There are pictures of one of her sex dungeons in her home in Paris, New York, London, and in her very own home, Japan. As I look through each picture, feeling my stomach fuzzy from all these disgusting and disturbing photos, that's when my heart drops, and my eyes grow wide in shock. My hands shake as I enlarge the image with my fingertips. I stare at the tribal tattoo that the Wolfe brothers have. It symbolizes their brotherhood and love for one another as a family who will always protect each other. It's the same tattoo I saw on Seth's right arm. "Terry? Are you feeling okay?"

"I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You." Noreen's head throbbed. She couldn't comprehend what Thiery was talking about at all. It was like he was speaking a language from another planet. Thiery touched Noreen's lips with his index finger, and she immediately shuddered again. When he kissed her lips, Noreen felt it again, a slow, stirring desire, awakening butterflies in her stomach.

It is not a lot but just enough to let the design show. And my heart goes ice cold. That's the tattoo... the same one I saw on the man who killed my sister. Jason ran. Left me and my sister exposed, he abandoned us to the dangers we never saw coming. We were supposed to be on a fun getaway in Italy. A chance to escape but it turned out to be a nightmare. And now, kneeling here with this man's blood soaking my hands, the past claws its way back in my mind. Quiet vengeance burns deep inside me, but I push it to the side for now. I won't let this go but I can't avenge m sister if I get a bullet to the head.

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

There was a tattoo on her arms and legs, enough to let people know that she was a gangster at first glance. The Madame of Briewood Bar, Sister Thirteen. Sister Thirteen’s eyes swept around the place as she studied the mess. She glanced at the injured security guards, and then at Scar, who was being held by Harvey. She chuckled angrily and hissed, “You got balls. Daring to hurt my people in my turf… Aren’t you a bold one?” Her eyes were frosty, filled with murderous intent. “I dare you to hurt him again in front of me!” Slap!

"What is Cara doing he-" She never got to finish her statement as all of a sudden, a shorter ebony skinned lady walked towards my sister, pulled her cheeks closer and gave her a befitting kiss on the lips, sucking every breath from my sister.

Shapes flickered in and out of view; villagers, guards, travelers, all bound by the cult’s mark. Ryker steeled himself. “We need to hurry. If they number as many as he said... ” Selene pointed as a figure stumbled from the treeline, hands raised. Moonlight caught the sigil branded on her neck, Kaelia’s sister, Thea, eyes glazed with fanatical fervor. Kaelia gasped, stepping forward. “Thea!” But Thea only tilted her head, lips curling into a bitter smile. “Sister, you should have known that blood calls to blood.”

"This tattoo reminded me of my bitter first and last try to find a happy ending. I accepted the fact that it was going to be me and Betty only. Until the very end." My sister was an accountant, she worked at some back and met a guy, they’re in a relationship for a few years and there's even talks about marriage, but when they found out my sister was pregnant, they ran away, the boy said he's not ready for the responsibility, he just wanted to be a married man with no kids, so he left, that also made my sister depressed. Years passed, and she gave birth to Betty, and I never knew that she tried to have a relationship again, until now, and that she even got a tattoo.

“I know what I saw. And I am telling, Antonio. She is the one. Your sister has a butterfly tattoo on her upper thighs and a birthmark on her neck region,” “Wait, how did you know that?” Antonio asked, with a look of surprise on his face. He didn't believe me at first but I was ready to let him believe every single thing I knew about his sister. I watched him drop his gun to the ground. He looked lost, pained and confused. He sank into his thoughts that instant. I called his name repeatedly but there was no response. He sat on the floor with me and stared into the air like he was looking at something only he could see.

Elianna The name itself burned on Clara’s tongue like poison. How could her own sister, flesh and blood, cut her so deeply? Clara had grown up believing that no matter what the world hurled at her, her sister would be her refuge. Instead, Elianna had become the dagger pressed against her throat. What hurt even more was Adrian.