Novel & Cerita Strawberry Vine Tattoo

Lima clasped our joined hands and her lips quivered as if she were chanting something. I watched in fascination as wisps of blue light emerged from her fingertips and seeped into my skin. Warm tingles arose on the back of my hand, travelling all over my shoulders. Similar wisps but of a different color crept along Alexander’s arm, like minute creepers winding around a branch. A sudden jolt made me withdraw my hand, my gaze landing on my wrist. A small tattoo had appeared right below my thumb. My lips curved into a smile as I brushed my fingertips over the pattern with three vines and a tiny flower in between.

I requested. “Of course.” He took a few pictures with his phone and handed it to me, a picture of my reddish back gracing the screen. The ‘Harry’ tattoo was nowhere to be found. There were zinnia flowers quite alright, but just enough to create the perfect backdrop for the name ‘GAVIN’ written in bold block letters, even bolder than the previous tattoo had been. My wide smile disappeared.

Once again she trails a hand on his chest, tracing the outline of the tattoo, it's now that her eyes find something different with the tattoo, there is a letter 'S' tattoed in a calligraphical manner instead of the original stem, you wouldn't realise its a letter instead of the actual stem of the flower since whoever tattoed this had made a damn good job of concealing it from wandering eyes. She trails the letter, wondering its meaning. Did the S stand for her name?. Shevimmediately squashes that thought from her mind, let's not get that ahead of ourselves here. Damien watched as Serenity trailed a finger over his rose tattoo, her hand drew a 'S' like pattern where the stem was supposed to b

“I’m here for a tattoo.” He leaned back, arms folding across his broad chest. The motion made the fabric of his shirt strain. “You? A tattoo?” He laughed, low and cruel. “Let me guess. Tiny heart on your wrist? Or maybe a quote about ‘strength’ in some flowery script so everyone knows how deep you are.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the design. “Lower back. Crescent moon with vines. I have the reference.”

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

Her voice was so cold I could feel the sharp daggers her anger was whetting, ready to pierce Colibri’s heart. “H… how do you know you will have the right person, Viviana?” She chuckled menacingly, glaring at the fire. “I might not know what he looks like, but one look at his bare skin, I will know it’s him. My dad was pretty descriptive in his journal entries. Colibri has a heart-shaped birthmark on his hip. Dad said it’s like how big his heart was. He also had the tattoo ‘a vida é Bela’ with a small mockingbird above it on his left chest; it symbolizes the life his mother gave him. And that tattoo on his right arm, a serpent wrapped around a woman’s naked body. That’s the tattoo I thought I

She turned the doorknob and pulled the door, only to see the only person she didn't want to see at that moment. Or maybe never again. Jack was on the other side, looking at her with those perfect eyes she was actually missing. Now she could see him clearly, since it was bright and there was a lot of lamps lighting up the hallway. He was also very close and Violet could examine every single detail on his face, his arms… Violet looked down to check him out and saw that he had a tattoo on his right arm. It was a drawing of the moon and the letter R in a very distinguished and creative form. Violet thought it was incredibly beautiful and it kind of gave him a cool vibe.

A golden crescent moon, the mark of my brother Raziel, intertwined with the vines in a beautiful, intricate pattern. Above Haven's ankle, the vines gave way to an eight-pointed star, its delicate points glinting with a soft, celestial light. This was the mark of my brother Rowen. The star seemed to shine with a gentle, pulsing radiance, as if it were a beacon calling out to me. And then, above the star, the vines yielded to an intricate sun symbol, its rays and curves shimmering with a warm, golden light… the mark of my brother Ramses. The sun seemed to blaze with a soft, inner fire, its presence both calming and exhilarating.

“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.

Before I could recover from the state he put me in, and cover myself, Draco's hands wrapped around my throat and he pinned me to the bed, and surprisingly he didn't apply pressure. Before I could open my mouth to speak, he flipped me on my back, revealing the full tattoo. There, resting along the dip of my waist where my spine met my tailbone, was the tattoo. Thin black vines stretched across my lower back like sharp, broken wings, spreading from one side to the other. The lines branched out like small veins, meeting at the center of my back. Right above my tailbone sat a small flower, simple but clear, petals opening gently between the dark lines.