Small Matching Sister Tattoos Novels & Stories

Beta Mateo snapped, rushing to stop the lady. “Leave her, I want to see the brith mark.” Jake says, locking eyes with the lady. I watched the beta grumble but back down. The lady pulled the camisole up to her chest, revealing a dark crescent shaped mark just by her navel. She stared at Jake, eyes hopeful and excited. “This. Williams had this birth mark on his neck, it’s tiny and has-“ “Three dark dots around it.” Jake completed. “Do you believe me now? I’m your sister.”

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.

There was no answer. I turned to look at the first girl I saw, "hey have you seen my sister- Sarah anywhere?" I wondered, knowing that I didn't know who she was so there was a high chance she didn't know who I was. "She's still getting her makeup done over there." She pointed at a group of women and I realised they were trying to work on her hair and face at the same time. "Thank you," I smiled at her and went to meet my sister. "Sarah," I stood in front of her, "I'm pretty sure you don't understand what the definition of a small wedding is." I couldn't help but laugh, looking over the guests one more time.

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

She could wait a of couple minutes. “Do any of your tattoos mean anything special?” She trailed a finger down his hard-muscled arm and the intricate, colorful artwork there. “Some of them.” He lifted his left arm out of the water and showed her an elaborate display of bloody roses around the name Kara on the inside of his forearm. “Old girlfriend?” she asked, tracing the letter K with her fingertip. “My little sister. She died in a car accident when she was sixteen.” Myrna glanced up at him, noting the raw pain on his face. “I’m sorry, Brian.

“What’s the tattoo for?” She looked away for a second and when she looked back I could see the tremendous sadness in her eyes. “Actually it’s my older sister’s name. She died before I turned 15 and I got the tattoo to keep her with me. We were really close, closer than Andre and I are. Andre loved her too but I like to think I loved her more,” she laughed. Then she looked at me and saw the sympathy in my eyes and laughed. “It’s been years now though so there’s no pain anymore.”

"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.

"They wanted you because of this?" She nodded. "A half moon mark, does that mean you're the other half of the Marshall?" Mitchell catechized, disturbance in his tone. "It's nothing particular, my sister is a tattoo artist and thought it was fun to draw on my wrist and those Alphas saw it and thought I was the one and chased me in the middle of the night in the woods and then, this man in a mask came to my excuse but it turned out he also wanted the same thing and took me with him," she solved.

“No way. I can take it. This tattoo is important to me, Alex.” I grin at her response. That’s my Stella—stubborn and determined to the core. She bites her lip, and her grip on my hand tightens as the needle continues its work. I stroke her knuckles with my thumb, hoping to ease some of her discomfort. “Just think about how amazing it’ll look once it’s done.” She grins at me. “I can’t wait.” Minutes later, the artist finishes, and the designs are perfect. On my wrist, the heart has the letter ‘S’ inscribed inside, and on hers, an elegant A.

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