Sisters By Chance Friends By Choice Tattoos นิยาย & เรื่องราว

FISHING WITH LOVE I dоn't knоw whу I didn't call hеr. A mіllіоn rеаѕоnѕ ran thrоugh my mind. She was tоо уоung. I wаѕ too оld. Shе wаѕ tоо рrеttу. Shе wаѕ mу bеѕt frіеnd'ѕ ѕіѕtеr. Hеr dаd would kіll mе. Mу buddies wоuld lаugh. I almost rареd hеr. Shе wаѕ about tо gо tо college in another ѕtаtе. I wаѕ аbоut to ѕtаrt a vеrу іntеnѕе jоb аnd wоuldn't hаvе time to wipe mу ass аftеr a ѕhіt, let alone dаtе a gіrl. On аnd оn and оn and оn.

I know I look weaker, but I promise you it's just appearances- She winked at me- Friends? I shook his hand with a sigh. Did I have any other option? The positive part is that now it was Cami who defended me and it meant that I would not have to put up with G and his spontaneous attacks of idiots. Thank god. The negative part, he was still under the influence of the mafia. You can't have everything in this life, right? And my mother had already told me as a girl: Men with tattoos are dangerous, honey. Better buy yourself a cat. Too bad I had the cat and the tattoos in my life. One would only have been more comfortable.

He told me. I nodded. “By far the most important one I’ve ever gotten. Even more so than this…” I pointed to my rose and flame tattoo… the one that shows which family I’m in. “So who are the names usually for?” I asked him. “For men.. it’s usually their mother, or grandmother, if they’d passed away.. the opposite for women.. usually father or grandfather. Occasionally a brother or sister. But more often than not.. it’s someone they have such a connection with, that it surpasses that of simply girl or boyfriend. It’s a soul mate .. family… but beyond that.”

AJ was one of my first partners in crime, back when we were teens. "Uptown. Glad to be back, no lie," I roll my sleeves up to my elbow and unbutton my shirt to mid chest, making sure that all of my ink is on display. In this world, these tattoos are an important part of our identity. Each tat has a meaning. The vines are for my crew, each thorn a successful mission. One little rosebud for Livy, when I took her into my home. A large cross across my chest for my parents, a bleeding heart for my sister Jane.

She's always liked tall guys with dark hair and maybe a few tattoos. We laugh a lot as we discuss the men we've dated and how bad they were. She admits she's a virgin. i tell her I am, too. I even say it's a great thing in our world she doesn't seem convinced. We get to the tattoo shop, and we pick two tattoos, one we each will get on our wrist and one that we pick for our selfs. The one on our wrists is a tattoo of two wolf shadows howling at the moon, and the one I get that's just for me is a colorful dream catcher on my shoulder blade. I was done before Annalise, but it was ok because she had designed and drawn her own tattoo, and I got to watch them finish it. I was at a loss for words.

She looked at me. “The life I thought I was supposed to have.” “And what do you think you gained?” She smiled. “Myself.” The answer was so simple that I didn’t know what to say. So I reached for her hand. She took mine. We stayed there until the sky darkened. Two sisters who had spent years believing they were standing on opposite sides of the same future. Only to realize that neither of us had ever been free enough to choose one. Before we left, Selene stopped.

The words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder about the stories behind those empowering lines. The ink on her skin seemed to carry a profound message, inviting me to embrace my true self without reservations. Then came the third tattoo, just beneath her right breast, a declaration that struck a chord within me – "Always Choose Happiness." The placement seemed intentional, emphasizing the importance of finding joy in life. As she turned towards me to reveal it, a strange sensation enveloped me, a mix of warmth and a fluttering in my chest. The atmosphere became charged with an unspoken connection as her words lingered in the air.

Arguing with her at this moment seem pointless, I decide to avert her attention by asking the question I've always wanted to ask. “The butterfly tattoo on your back, how long has it been there?” I asked. She scoffed. “Since high school, just like my brother, my parent are very religious, and they'll kill me if they find out that I got a tattoo”. She laughs, “Actually, Sally drew the tattoo. She used to say; butterflies are God's proof that we'll be….” “..... Given a second chance” I interrupt impulsively, it feels like I've heard such before.

As identical twins we have a different bond than the rest of our siblings. We used to look exactly alike, but when puberty started Ezra began shaving and well, I didn’t. I started getting tattoos and he stopped after the first one. I stared at my wrist where my crescent moon tattoo was surrounded by the rest of my sleeve. We had both gotten the crescent moon to honor our pack. We were sixteen and had gotten it done in a human tattoo parlor. Since we looked older than our age, they didn’t question it. Mom and Abba were so mad and Dad thought it was awesome.

Samantha: “ Women should never get a tattoo here! They are frowned upon! Kataleya: “ Different from my homeland! There everyone gets tattoos, pierces their ears, noses, lips and other things! Samantha: “ I still remember when my mother-in-law Clarina saw Igor's tattoo on her back, she almost had a fit! Haha ha Kataleya: “ The Triquetra tattoo! Samantha nodded. Kataleya smiled: “ It symbolizes the past, present and future, linked to time and infinity... Katherina: “ The day I get a tattoo, my husband will kill me! Kataleya laughed: “ Igor's brother? Charles? Katherina nodded. Samantha: “ Your future husband is very different from our husbands! Francie: “ Uncle Igor is free! He never did anyth