Strawberry Vine Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

I tried to fix it as I said, “I am so sorry, Alex. I didn’t deliberately tear the sleeve.” “It’s okay, Eva. I would rather have my shirt torn to bits rather than you falling off into this valley.” He replied with a dry laugh. It was then I noticed the large tattoo on his upper arm. I wondered how I had never noticed it before. It was so pretty. There was a floral wreath and in the middle of it, there was a golden flame that spread out beautifully. It formed the shape of an inverted heart. When I ran my hand over the tattoo, I felt a tingling sensation course through my body. Startled, I removed my hand instantly.

It wasn’t as grand as the first two gifts, but it was nevertheless still surprising. Basically, he had designed an intricate logo that represented his love for Xavia. It included the number thirty-nine, as well as a jasmine flower in the background. That, however, wasn’t the end of the gift. Long story short, he had the logo tattooed right above his crotch!

As he takes Addison’s hand and stands up, Addison glances down the length of his body, eyebrows raising. She had been so distracted while she and Javan were fucking that she didn’t even notice it, but with her shorts off, Javan’s thigh tattoo is in full view. It’s a floral piece, a black and white arrangement of tiger lilies and peonies. It’s gorgeous. The design perfectly accents the curve of his muscular hip. “Your tattoo is pretty,” Addison murmurs. She reaches out and brushes a finger across it lightly. “I always wondered what it was. Especially after all your tormenting.”

The Veins and Blood tattoo, like a river of life, traced mesmerizing paths within the knot work, creating a network of labyrinthine patterns. Turning her attention to his right, his muscular arm played host to the Serpentine Coil, slithering with an otherworldly grace. Her eyes followed the serpentine coil with a sense of fascination as it elegantly wound its way across his upper arm, elegantly descending to the forearm.

Summer’s fingers shook as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt from the top by his throat. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck and knew that he was fighting the urge to bite her. He remained motionless, waiting for her to move further. She could feel the tension increase as she slowly made her way down, gradually releasing each button to display his muscular chest. Her eyes were transfixed by an emerging tattoo. On his sternum was tired tree branches that spread off in every direction. As she pushed her hand to open more of his shirt the patterns changed towards his arms which took a haunted vein and shattered glass appearance. On the end of some of the branches had numerous nam

“I will tell you everything while I help you bathe.” Once I am inside the bathtub, he picks up a sponge to help me wash my back. He places it on my right shoulder. Then he removes it. “I am pretty sure you didn’t have this tattoo before. When did you get it?” he asks. Instinctively, I turn my head to look at my back. While I can’t see it, I know what Caleb is talking about—the contour of a water lily on the middle of my back, a moon rising above it, and two stars on either side of it.

Vines gracefully entwined themselves around the branches, extending down and spreading across his shoulders, wrapping themselves securely around his toned arms. Curiosity sparks within me, and I can't resist the urge to trace my fingers gently along the inked lines wondering what the significance of the tattoo is to him. Is it perhaps related to his past? his life or is it just a random tattoo? Reaching out with my hand, I gently place my hand over the tree tracing the vines and trying not to wake him up. Suddenly I felt a faint shiver run down her spine. It feels like I could sense the energy flowing through the tattoo.

“Astrid Vance.” She smiles again, before trying to retrieve the glass of wine. However I see it as she turns, the ink gleaming on her back, the face of a dragon art etched on her body. She has that tattoo too. I widen my eyes, but hurriedly try to hide it with a smile. She looks at me with raised brows, as though she knows that I have seen it. Like she wants me to see that tattoo. “I have to know, how did you guys end up dating?” She picks up the glass, taking a sip.

Xavier cursed. "Just like us, they shared the same symbol to their family. Their emblem is a certain wildflower, Achillea millefolium, or Yarrow. The tattoos are printed against the skin on their nape. It's too small to be even noticed," Zeus explained. Xavier's brows furrowed as he looked closely into the picture. "A month ago in L.A when I was on my honeymoon, I received this strange message," he admitted. "What did it say?"

The skin around the gash was red and puffy, and it stung fiercely as the maid dabbed at it with a new, clean cloth. She then gathered a spool of pristine white linen bandages from her basket of supplies and placed it on the vanity. She reached back to the basket, this time choosing a small earthenware jar, and the sleeve of her dress rode up slightly to reveal a strange white tattoo. The symbol was like nothing I had ever seen before. It consisted of a series of moons, each in a different phase and arranged in a circle to complete the cycle. White script in a language that I couldn’t read looped around the edge of the moons, spiraling inwards towards the center of the cycle.