Strawberry Vine Tattoo Novels & Stories

This one she could see better with her own eyes, but less well with the face-level mirror. She swallowed hard before beginning to remove the third bandage. It was this, the newest addition, on the v of her thighs where her pubic hair had grown in rebellion of the Triquetra’s mockery, and that Rhett had waxed from her before beginning the tattoo, that was most mysterious for her, as lying flat as she had been, she had been unable to see anything at all as he had done it. He had continued the greenery theme with leaves and flowers, and a butterfly perched on a chrysalis.

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.

His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and Janet noticed the ink on his wrist, which stretched upward and vanished behind his shirt as he raised his hands in surrender. Her eyes traced the intricate details of his tattoo, starting with a black rose blooming from his wrist. As her gaze moved along, she noticed the date 19.08.16 etched underneath. Her focus then shifted to the clock above the rose, frozen at eight, before finally resting on the compass.

He takes a cracker this time, covers it in more of that seafood spread and brings it to my mouth before Kev can feed me another berry. Kev doesn’t seem to mind. He just pops the strawberry into his own mouth and chews, the cords along his muscular neck flexing with him. He has a few tattoos decorating his throat and the pattern bleeds into his chest. However, his torso is mostly bare below his pecs, leaving the skin along his abdomen untouched. I idly wonder if he intends to fill that space with more

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!

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.

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?"