Tatuajes Para Hermanas Novels & Stories

“What’s the tattoo for?” She looked away for a second and when she looked back I could see the tremendous sadness in her eyes. “Actually it’s my older sister’s name. She died before I turned 15 and I got the tattoo to keep her with me. We were really close, closer than Andre and I are. Andre loved her too but I like to think I loved her more,” she laughed. Then she looked at me and saw the sympathy in my eyes and laughed. “It’s been years now though so there’s no pain anymore.”

She had some pink hidden in the back for our girls. I took her hand in mine and looked at the tattoo she had gotten; "AARO" and "ERO" were on her wrist. She had gotten the tattoo together with most of our family and friends. Everyone who knew they were alive now had a tattoo somewhere on their body to remind them of why they were doing this and to never stop searching. Leia looked at me, "what?" "Remember what you said to me? Let’s not waste time on regrets or past mistakes, but instead move forward. Let’s talk to Sara and Bruce together."

Thank the goddess Dante had his act together. "I've noticed a lot of your pack members have the same tattoo," I remarked casually. "It's very popular among pack members," said Beta Liz lifting her sleeve to show her tattoo of a moon and star. "It reminds us that we are all children of the moon goddess. Typically pack members like to get one after their first shift as a sign of loyalty to the pack and the moon goddess." "Sounds like a bit of a cult," Dante said bluntly. "That's why I'm against the idea" Fiona admitted "but the idea took root despite my best efforts to stop it. Pack members are free to do with their bodies as they please. There wasn't much I could really do about it."

“Your beautiful Ellie, everything about you is so fucking beautiful. These scars show me how brave and how strong you are, baby. Have you ever thought about getting it covered?” I frown, raising my eyebrows as I ask him. “What do you mean, getting it covered how?” He sighs, still kissing my scarred skin as he whispers. “My Sister is a tattoo artist. She has her own studio. I know she's covered the scars of people who self-harm. Maybe she could do something for you. we could go and see her if you want to?” I smile as I think about it. Could I really hide it with a tattoo? Finally, be free of his cruel branding. I turn to Zac with a glimmer of hope in my eyes as I say.

Douglas laughed "don't worry, I'm not coming after your girl." "She is my sister" Jason revealed reluctantly and that's because some of his teammates had seen her pictures in his phone during their freshman year and he had blurted out that she was his sister then. He was afraid that some of them will recognize her and it will be too bad if Douglas keep calling her his girlfriend. "Really? No wonder I find her a little bit familiar. Julius has a copy of her picture, he broadcasted it to everyone that time that she was your sister and his future wife. To be on a safe side, don't let Julius see her."

She has no idea who she is dealing with. "Oh hey Cheska right?" I said, as if we'd met at the mall. I know she's the one who took pictures of me and posted them. I would really love to shave her hair. "W-who are you?" She asked, trying to calm herself down after her terrified expression. Playing brave I see. I removed my mask and looked at her with a smirk playing on my lips. Her eyes widened even more when she saw my tattoo. Something on her chest drew my attention: she had a tattoo of a mafia logo, layered V and S with flames in the background, Villa Samonte Mafia. Who would have guessed that this babe is a member of the mafia?

The dark blue comforter had slid down to his waist and his shirtless back was facing her. The blanket had exposed the tattoo that he had gone and gotten with his brother the day before they found out their mother was pregnant. They both had NO MATTER WHAT and three stick figures above it. It was decided that after the baby was born, another stick figure could be added. Jaxon also promised to take Jolene to get one once she was released from the hospital and felt up to it. After all, they two brothers got the tattoos because of her. They wanted each other to know that they had their siblings’ backs.

"Hudson on one. Mason on the other. How could I not ask about it?. It's not like you were trying to hide them or anything." I go still. The realization lands hard. Damn it. She is right. I got those tattoos years ago. Hudson on my left forearm. Mason on my right. I look down at my own arms for a second. The ink is right where it has always been. Loyalty. Brotherhood. The kind that runs deep in the parts of my life she does not need to touch yet. I run a hand over my face and let out a slow breath. She speaks again. "So are you going to tell me who they are or should I mind my business and go to bed?"

Alcaeus Chloros, as the head of the Hermes familia, god of travellers, robbers flocks and trickery, the red tattoo on a Hermes familia being a Ram. From the Familia that wields the greatest impact, to the lowest of them all. Calista, wife of Dimitris Aetos, daughter of the Hera familia, goddess of marriage and the life of a woman, the blue tattoo on a Hera familia being a Peacock. Myra, wife of Michalis Laskaris, daughter of the Aphrodite Familia, goddess of love and beauty, the blue tattoo on an Aphrodite familia being a Dove. Nektaria, wife of Charilaus Diamandis, daughter of Athena familia, goddess of wisdom and wit, the blue tattoo of an Athena familia being an Owl

The question lands heavier coming from him than it did from Danika. I turn slightly, enough that he can see them clearly. There’s no point hiding them. They’re part of me whether I like it or not. I turn just enough to face him. “Which one?” “The scars,” he says. “Who did that to you.” “My brothers,” I answer. “All of them. Together.” His jaw tightens. “It was tradition,” I add. “The girls were marked. Identifying scars. The boys got tattoos instead.” “Tattoos,” he repeats, like the word tastes wrong.