Small Matching Sister Tattoos Novels & Stories

It gave my pack members a chance to socialize and get some of their pent-up rages out on the creeps of the human world. "You never change, do you, brother." A soft voice spoke, snapping me from my thoughts. I looked up to see my sister leaning against the doorframe. A smirk played on her face as her blue eyes flickered with excitement. Her Blonde hair cropped to her shoulders. She was the spitting image of our mother. The only difference was the tattoo that crept up her neck and stretched over her shoulder, twisting around her arm. She insisted on adding a flower to the vine every time she killed someone. She used them as a reminder to stay in control. Taking a life was not something we gloa

She smiled right away at the sight of me. She was not the tallest girl but she was a few inches taller than me. She has a precooked or something tattooed right on her neck that you would think it takes away from her looks but it doesn't. It actually appeals to her aura perfectly and I could never pull it off. She is a badass, I can already tell. “Hello,” I stupidly waved. “Umm, thanks for having me work here.” I said to her and her brother. “Anything for this man. He and his friend keep us in business.” She joked about the amount of times they come here to get tattooed.

“Somehow, you know that I have a sister, and you know that Tyler was with her. How?” He didn’t speak. Didn’t even move. So I kept going. My fingers moved slowly, tracing small, unsure circles on his chest. I was pushing my luck, but I didn’t care. The alcohol in my system softened everything. My fear, my self-control, my restraint. I caught the edge of a tattoo peeking out from under the left collar of his shirt. Black ink, sharp lines that were connected—maybe—to the tattoo on his wrist that I’d caught a glimpse of earlier.

"The team mentioned that Blanca's typical day involves reading and writing fan fiction, but you're close to her. I thought you might know more." I gazed off for a moment, thinking about my sister. I remembered the flying saucer tattooed on her ribs, and the lyrics Lennox had scrawled on her forearm. She had called that tattoo spontaneous. I understood that I could be tough, but I wasn't a prude or her father. I was her older brother, and I was glad she had done something that made her happy. If she wanted to stay on tour longer, I would let her without hesitation.

It was Terrence Miller, one of Aster's classmates. His brother's soulmate mark is located on his left wrist. The cursive word Home is tattooed there and surrounded by splashes of yellow and green. Terrence also has the exact same soulmate mark on his left wrist. Their mom told them that if two soulmate marks are the same, it means they feel the exact same way for each other. Don't get him wrong.

My thoughts ran far and wide, I didn’t realize had come closer to me, looking at my eyes “Snap out of it Sister, we do not have much time for those questions you keep asking” Her fingers snapped me out in an instant Removing the hood that covered her hair, she said “Hello Sister” We looked alike, from her blue eyes to her gold hair, but hers was much rough and longer, she looked pale but her beauty was unspeakable, her aura unmatchable, she knew what she was doing, as she moved towards the stand that held the spell book, raising her hood from her legs to bring a wrapped tiny bag, there I saw the same moon tattoo I have on my ankle, it was exact with what I have

Jackie could feel it too and she wanted to feel more. Jackie straddled her sister's hips and sat up and quickly removed her t-shirt. Her small breasts dropped out of her shirt and bounced gently against her body. Tera was amazed by how beautiful she found her sister's breasts. They were small, but they were perfectly formed with small nipples, toned skin, and a delightful teardrop shape. Jackie could see the affect her body was having on her sister.

And it was here that she had confessed her plan last fall. Like Celeste’s other siblings, Sirius had reddish brown hair and green eyes. He stood a little over six and a half feet with about four inches between them. They both had athletic builds and tanned skin. Sirius wore running shoes, black basketball shorts and a gray tank top. His neck had his mate’s mark, and the Silver Lake Pack Crest was tattooed on his left upper arm.

And that's something I now live with every day. I grab my water bottle and rise to my feet. The muscles in my back protest, and I roll my shoulders, feeling the ink shift under my compression shirt. The tattoos tell stories, the rocky Maine coastline, a lighthouse, a whale tail, all wrapped around my arms and chest. My sister has a matching one on her ankle. "All right, enough discussing my various flaws. I have to go meet my agent, which somehow will be even less of a good time. See you at practice."

I look at his sister, Riley, with evidence of doodles up and down her arms. I wrap my hand around my mouth to stop myself from cursing and laughing all at the same time. Raina doesn’t do tattoos, but she loves drawing them, especially for the marketing campaigns she puts together for tattoo shops across the tri-state area. She’s become a marketing guru and loves it. I let out a sigh, scooping down to pick Reagan up from his chair. “Hey bud, it’s not nice to use Mommy’s things without asking, right?” “But, Dadda, Ryeee says she want a tattoo. Look I make it pretty like Mommy,” he says pointing to his sister’s doodles. It looks like a Picasso painting crawling up her arm.