Sister's Keeper Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

“Or will I need to get another attorney?” He shrugged. “Sure.” “My sister used to be an investigative reporter for the News and Observer. About three years ago—while working on a story—she was thrown out a window and left paralyzed from the waist down.” “I remember something about that.” “They found a fingerprint on the window back then and she’s been looking for the person that it belongs to ever since.” His brows scrunched. “Well, yesterday, she found a print that matches it.” “And what does that have to do with your case?”

"You can have as many as you fucking like, Aaro. I am getting a tattoo today." "Can I get one too?" she asked softly. I nodded. "Want to get one for your sister?" By the end of the afternoon, she had three piercings in her ear and a small tattoo that said ERO on the inside of her upper arm. The tattoo guy had given her several options, but she said all the letters needed to be in caps. Which you don’t usually do with a name, but fuck it if that’s what my girl wants then that's what she gets.

Then the old man's gaze lands directly on the young woman's left shoulder, and on her new tattoo. His expression is one of joy, longing, and pain. "She would be here with us now." The young woman has to try hard not to cry. She knows exactly what he is talking about. Of the initials "E&A" scarred forever on her skin, the memory of the sister who sadly left too soon for the other side. "She is, Dad. She is."

"Stays my mind. Reminds you not to get too attached to any one piece." There was something in his voice. Something acerbic. Something. melancholy. "Your tattoo," I said. "The bow. What does it symbolize?" He leaned back. Looked up at the ceiling as if he were measuring the amount he was willing to sacrifice. "It's for my sister. She died when I was nineteen. She was keeping me safe. She used to call me her little arrow. That I was always soaring towards something dangerous." I looked at him. He didn't mock this time.

Kane says and I sigh, walking out of the bathroom, staring at the Moon Goddess picture once more. She is my family, and she chose Veronica as a Guardian’s mate. That can’t be just a coincidence…. Not to mention Veronica is my half-sister. I hope in time she can become the sister I always longed for…. I trust the Moon Goddess’s plan…. I just hope Veronica can accept it.

The tattoo parlour is not an illegally ran front for something else like I am used to in the movies, and it’s totally different from the dump I found myself years ago when I got my first tattoo. “Are you going to tell me what the first tattoo is about?” she asks as we wait for our turn. Her legs bounce up and down, her eyes everywhere at once, it occurs to me that she might be here simply because I asked, she is really terrified of needles. I place a hand on her bouncing leg, her eyes snap to me instantly. “It’s of a thing my sister used to say, Live, laugh, love Elora. Her name.” I haven’t explained it to anyone before, there was never anyone who cared enough to ask. I know how cheesy it so

My father is awake and we saved all the girls, what else could possibly be against us? “What makes you think it’s her lotion?” “Because everything else you touched. Get her brother.” I grab the bracelet her brother gave her so they could keep mind linking so that I could mind link him myself. ‘Kai can you hear me?’ ‘Gunner? What is wrong? Where is Kat?’ ‘We need you here now.’ Kai wastes no time as a portal appears and he steps through. Upon seeing his sister anger flashes across his face. “What the fuck Gunner. If it’s not one thing it’s another. Why is she in the hospital again?!”

I just had to do that to stop your memory from returning in another painful way, for now, enjoy it. 'Where is Valeria?' I asked, staring at his back, which had some faint bullet scars but was covered with another tattoo. This one was different types of butterflies trailing down his back like a one lined X. He looked at me over his shoulder and raised a brow. 'Valeria is my sister, the maid?' 'I sent her home.'