Strawberry Vine Tattoo Novels & Stories

Jaela gasped. “What is it?” I panicked grabbing her shoulders. “Calm down son, show him your birthmark little one. I’m sure with his mind only on your romp in the sheets he never noticed it.” Jae rolled down the waist band of her yoga pants. There was an intricate tattoo of a lock surrounded by vines. “Your mate mark is that of vines without the lock” Tayen observed my neck. “Seeing as though you haven’t marked her, yet your mark is still incomplete.”

That's the big question. Sissy: That's very strange. What else do you know about him? What's he like? She sends next, although I haven't answered the previous question. You: His hair is the color of wet sand, it's like the color of a sunset, he has devilish green eyes and thin lips. He has 3 tattoos, but they're all on hidden parts of his body, including a strawberry tattooed on his thigh. A strawberry! I try to push the image of the bastard out of my head, but the devilish eyes keep materializing. Maybe I should just stop snooping on his social media profile.

“This is Avril Devonte’s number. She’s the one in charge of the mentor program. She’ll help you get started when you’re ready. We can always use volunteers.” I told her how much I appreciated her help. That week, I got a new tattoo. The flowering rosemary branches with their narrow everRobert-like leaves and tiny white and sky-blue flowers bloomed bright red on my tender skin. Robert, branches wrapped around my belly button then continued down my outer thigh past the scar from my Croatia dive. At my hip, the woody stem of the plant turned to a waterfall cascading down my leg to inches above my knee. The waterfall reminded me of so many tombstoning dives. The rosemary reminded me of Mana isla

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

It bursts and flows down like a silvery snake. He looks at his wrist. I cut myself ... large drops rush, fall on the tiled floor. Handsomely. Like crushed raspberries. Kit… fed him raspberries. They fooled around and smeared it from head to toe. Keith... He hesitates for a second, then presses the blade to his wrist and cuts his veins. Deep, to the tendons. Almost no pain, as if burned, that's all. Cuts again and again ... Nine cuts, from which blood is gushing. One for each meeting. A bit of a pity for the tattoo...

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

The sensation of her around me, combined with the sting of the tattoo, sends an overwhelming rush of pleasure through me. With each careful stroke of the needle, she traces a new design onto my chest. The symbol, unique and powerful, reflects the merging of our lives. Her concentration is intense, but I can see the love in her eyes, feel it in the way her body moves against mine. This mark isn’t just for the world to see; it’s a testament to us—our bond, our passion, our forever.

Her mom carried me and placed me on the couch beside Scarlett’s table. “You stay there little guy, I’ll go get the first aid kit.” She commanded and I sniffed scratched my head which caught Scarlett’s attention. “What’s your name? You seemed familiar.” Her voice was so cute but sounded like a grown up. While painting, she seemed so focused like she really know what she was doing. Until I stared at what she painted, I realized that it was a sunflower and some papers scattered on the floor beneath the table were her paintings. Moon, clouds, a treehouse, shadow of a girl holding hands with a boy who seemed to be fading and stick people gathering around a stick man holding a microphone, there we

He rushed downstairs and suddenly threw himself toward Amanda, who was holding the long straw, pretending to fall. And in that instant, the straw snapped completely in half.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."