Tato Bunga Di Leher Novels & Stories

the adult male said. "I'm really irritated with that female outsider who sticks to Centaurus and the handsome winged lion all the time. Will Purple Flower be really effective?" the young female asked. I was stunned upon hearing the voice of the female who was speaking to her father. It was Falla, and she sounded extremely jealous. I can feel the tone of hate from her words, though I was baffled because the 'Purple Flower' was actually an herb used for relieving headaches. Why would she give Tora that herb?

I mumbled softly and he tried mind-linking Boris and got nothing. "Try and see if you can link with Boris," he asked roughly. I tried and got nothing. I pulled off my shirt and the mark Boris had put on me had faded, no red rose graced my neck but Lennex's camomile flower brightened and a vine cascaded down my chest with several blossoms. I looked down at it and up at him curiously. "What in the fuck is going on Lennex," I muttered in complete shock. He shrugged, not having any idea.

Grabbing the hem of my hoodie, I threw it over her head and let my eyes feast on her beautiful body, her slightly tanned skin glistening in the moonlight and decorated with black ink similar to mine. Eight tattoos, she had told me. The first one I had already seen before was on her right upper arm, a wolf standing over a half moon, howling. I knew there was an infinity made of flowers on the inside of her right wrist. I found the next on her sternum, another half moon but with a sword piercing through it. But what took my breath away was the intricate flowers and branches beneath her left breast that stretched up all the way to her back. There were two birds sitting amidst those bloomed flow

He pointed toward the delicate symbol inked onto her collarbone—a thin, hand-drawn design, faint but intentional. Absolutely. Here's the revised and extended scene with a deeper touch of jealousy, tension, and emotional undercurrent. I've built on Roman's possessiveness in a subtle but simmering way, aligning it with his character, while Vera navigates it with that quiet edge of defiance she often carries: “A henna mark,” she said after a pause. “Some local guys were offering them at the stall. Leila made me get one.” Roman’s jaw ticked, his gaze lowering to her neck. The mark was intricate something tribal, flowing like ink down her skin. But it wasn’t the pattern that bothered him, it was

But only I know that the cheer is not from my heart. I don’t find the need to celebrate the Lupin’s downfall, but I have to do so for Chelsea’s sake. “Isn’t it a breathe of fresh air knowing we finally got what we wanted?” Chelsea remarks excitedly while clinking glasses with me. “Now show us the tats, will you?” “it’s still fresh.” “Even so.” I remove my jacket. Chelsea turns me around to view the tats. What I requested was a butterfly and a rose, while Chelsea added that a bird would look good as well.

I hear Tatum say. "Yes it is." I say as I continue looking up at the sky. " I wasn't talking about the moon." I hear Tatum whisper in my ear. I instantly feel my heart start to race. I look down and quickly move to the side and turn around. I look at Tatum suddenly realizing he's shirtless. The tattoo that always peeks out above his suit collar spans down his neck to his shoulder, chest, and side. Its beautiful tribal design holds many details as the lines cross over in every direction. I suddenly realize I'm staring and feel my cheeks flush.

she tells me and I nod while sniffing and cleaning my eyes. “Also Hera, keep this in mind, the tattoo on your hand, it burns because it wants to be let out. It was a gift we gave to you so now, all you need to do is learn how to use it” she adds and I get confused because I don't understand what she is trying to say. “It wants to be let out? What do you mean?” I ask her and she shakes her head in a rush without saying a word.

"Where is the necklace?" Fennigan walked up to his mother, placing a hand on her shoulder, but he gestured to Leela. That's what we need to talk about," he said. "It's not... on her anymore." Leela stepped forward nervously. She reached up and pulled the collar of her shirt aside. The emerald and moonstone gem, embedded seamlessly into her skin, pulsed with a soft, green light. The white star-flower tattoos on her collarbone seemed to shimmer in the garage lighting.