Small Matching Sister Tattoos Novels & Stories

I couldn't help teasing him. I was wearing a low cut cobalt blue singlet over top of a push-up bra, revealing quite a bit of my ample cleavage-portraying every bit the part of the badass tattoo artist I was. I grabbed the sides of my breasts and pushed them up and together, and blinked innocently. "What? These?" He grimaced. "You know it's gross when you do that, little sister." "You're not the only one with sexuality," I reminded him. Absinthe green eyes zeroed in on me. "Really? And when was the last time you indulged in said sexuality?"

Not saying anything when I glanced at him with a meaningful look, he just looked back at Carl and spoke back. The main event has started. Nicholas de Sanctis and my twin sister were in the middle, standing flashing fake smiles at one another, and the people surrounding them. Rings were exchanged, and then people's exclamations with their clapping were heard. The room became lively, adorned with smiles and fake masks. I took a sip of my champagne, and let out a tired sigh. Everything feels tight, I should be relieved. And I don't know why this happened

"She needs a small, single-letter tattoo. Very personal. Very delicate. Immediate appointment preferred. We're on a tight schedule." I stepped forward, dropping a couple of shopping bags into a chair, "I need an 'A'," I clarified, trying to sound as casual as if I were ordering a latte, "Small, elegant, black ink. And," I lowered my voice, "it needs to be done somewhere very, very discreet."

Dad shouted from where he’d disappeared in the kitchen. I plopped onto the couch next to my little sister. “So, what did you do to piss off dad?” “I didn’t get a tattoo!” she yelled while pulling on the neckline of my shirt to get a better view of the wolf and rose tattoo I got for my birthday. “Is that real?” I grinned. “Yeah, and Kam has a matching one since we’re ‘mates.’ Now, back to your misdeeds. Which boy has been around you?” “I have to admit that I’m curious as well, baby girl,” Sue sat on Mal’s other side.

Isn't it," Godfather asked. "You might have saved her. But the tattoos on our backs doesn't count as a criteria for her to be my sister Godfather. Bedsides everyone from Moonshine City pack has the same tattoo on their backs." "How about the black mark just below your sister's hair?" I flinched. I vividly remembered that mark on her neck. It was strange and peculiar to only her. I went to confirm but Godfather stopped me and Kong held the little girl firmly while she struggled to break free from his grasp.

“We will be fine. We probably just need the right people in our lives… and get rid of this itch on my back.” I frowned as she hesitated before turning her back to me, wordlessly asking me to scratch her back for her. I couldn’t help but smile as I slowly unzipped her dress, taking in the flawlessness of her back and the tiny tattoo that was there right at the middle of her lower back. It was clearly an infinity sign, with a tiny drawing of the moon on each side of the loops. Extremely identical to the earrings and necklace I gave her. I opened my eyes to ask her when she got a tattoo.

He links as he pouts at me I can tell a smile is trying to replace his pout. I laugh as the group looks between us, Ajax just smirks at me and looks away. I love my marks, but I will have to cover them when I go to my granparents they look like I have a little tattoo at the base of my neck on each side one a star and one a moon both with a wolf howling at it, they're each around two inches In size amd very detailed so they're definitely noticeable. They're perfect.

“Let’s move to the bed.” She nodded, not saying anything else, and I stood, grabbing the towel before reaching out to help her out of the tub. Then, I wrapped her up gently, the fabric swallowing her delicate frame, and got my own towel to dry off. When we stepped out, Rosentine unwrapped herself and started drying her body, and I just… stared for a second, especially when I noticed the tattoo on her back. I’d seen it before, but I didn’t realize it went all the way down. It was a mountain landscape, trees and moonlight, with a wolf howling in the center, the ink dark and striking on her skin.

he sighs. "Yeah," I tilt the corners of my mouth up. "She got a tattoo that year and they said at twenty-eight she was too old to be doing that type of thing. But she got it where no one could see it, ya know? On her back so it could be covered unless she was wearing a bikini. While she was at the tattoo parlor, she ran into a friend of our family. Jake was the son of one of my dad's business partners, and he was a lot like her. They both loved to rebel. Neither one of them wanted to be stifled by the lifestyle our parents liked to lead. At twenty-eight years old, my sister fell in love for the first time," I continue to pace, but now I look at Trevor. "Why do I get the feeling this is the b

“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.