Twin Tattoos For Twins Novels & Stories

So often cruel and merciless but passionate and reverent when they rested on me, tender and caring when they regarded our twins. When we’d both found our release, we stayed wrapped up in each other like that, our breathing ragged, bodies slick with sweat. I ran my fingertips over Tristan’s back, tracing the spot where the wings of his fallen angel spread out. He trailed his own fingertips upwards, along my spine until he reached my new tattoo. I winced slightly and his touch turned even softer. My heart was ready to burst out of my ribcage from the look in his eyes. He scanned my expression, his brows drawing together.

We are now out walking toward the tattoo parlour we already know exactly what we are getting. Sutton and I are first since the other two wanted a few more minutes to collect themselves before they get their tattoos done. For the past year the girls and I have wanted the same tattoo in the same spot except one of us always chickened out and since we wanted all 4 of us to get it at the same time we never got it. But today will be the day. It’s a simple design really. Our symbols with our initial somewhere in the design. A small design on the inside of our wrist on our pinky side.

She squeezed my hand as she spoke. " I watched you, and only you the whole time you were painting. And I have to ask, do you know the meaning of twin artwork? "She asked, and I fell into a daze, thinking. I knew what twin art pieces meant. Unlike the name suggested, it wasn't a term for identical art pieces. It was a name used to describe two different artworks, not identical in appearance. One could be about a falling empire, while the other could be about a deeming star,but if they captured the same emotions, told a similar story in different colours and images, they were still twin pieces.

“Luke and I got a tattoo together.” “What?!” Pearl was so shock she couldn’t move. “I can’t say no or he’ll be suspicious. I had to do it.” Pearl run her hands to her face feeling frustrated. “That means… I have to get the tattoo too. Where did you decided to put it?” “My under boob, it’s just ‘love’ it’s unnoticeable.” “Fine.” After the call was done the twins were aggravated from all their experiencing right now but both of them can’t really blame anyone because they choose this and they liked this… in their minds ‘I should endure this. This is what I wanted.’

I would never had believed it would be him if I didn't set that trap myself. "And Tony was kept as a guard, to find out if he was right. But the tatto..." He interrupted me with a smirk. "Oh yes". He said. "You know the best thing about twins is that they share everything from matching tattoo's to matching watches." Matching tattoos, this is crazy beyond compare, he had already gone that far and plotted everything down to matching tattoos. It was clear about everything now, it was all part of his plan, a well executed plan except he didn't get what he wanted. "You used him."

The twins froze when they noticed us, tilting their heads way back to look up at us. “Oh, those are my mates. That’s Gunnar, and that’s Henrik. They’re twins like you, just not identical. Their wolves are, though. And just like you, their wolves have a birthmark on opposite hind legs.” Zoe smiled. “Gunnar and Henrik meet Princesses Gwen and Christina.” ‘Gwen is the one in pink. It’s her favorite color. Christina is in the purple dress because it’s her favorite.’ Zoe added through the link. ‘Thanks. It’s like trying to tell Diana and Edith apart without knowing their scents correctly.’ I smiled and, with Henrik, crouched down to their level.

Why the wind decided to seek me out now was just a poetic justice. Taking off his shirt I finally saw those muscles in full. For the last day I had seen hints of them. His arms were the most striking to me at the time but those abs. They crawled up his stomach with two black tattoos on each of his pecks. Paw prints? “What are those about?” I pointed to my own chest then to him. Looking down he twitched slightly before shrugging, “Just something my brothers and I do when we start training. Conrad chose lines, Alfred chose stars. It’s like a a symbol that we have completed training.”

I inquire, attempting to shift the focus of our interaction to prevent awkwardness in the situation. Alex, my stepbrother, meets my gaze with a polite nod, his expression composed as he responds, "We're here to see the bike race. Some of Tiffany's friends are participating." The tension in the air eases slightly as he offers this explanation, the conversation flowing more smoothly with the introduction of a new topic. The night is alive with the hum of engines and the glow of neon lights, casting an electrifying atmosphere over the drift show. As the car drifting event comes to a close, the focus shifts to the next thrilling spectacle - a high-energy bike race.

Ironically, although Gray's overall appearance was edgier than her classically clean-cut sister's, she was the less intimidating one. No joke, they had to be one of the most easily distinguishable pairs of identical twins on the planet... Their facial features and body structures might've been mirror-images of each other's, but only Gray had a plethora of tattoos decorating her pale skin. Earlier, she'd described her sister to me as 'the artist' and herself as 'the living canvas.' Which seemed accurate—she was art incarnated. Dressed in a cornflower blue sleeveless romper, the many multi-colored inked pieces on her legs, thighs, arms, shoulder blades, upper back and even neck were at least p

“We can discuss all that later, young man! Right now, you two need to focus on the competition.” His voice regained its commanding tone and the twins straightened, giving him their full attention. Draven smiled again, the twinkle of pride in his eyes. “And before that, I have something for you.” Saying this, Draven reached into his pack and pulled out two amulets that glinted in the torch lights, each one uniquely crafted and inscribed with intricate symbols. “When we were teenagers, your grandfather and I went hunting together. This is a relic from that memory, and I wanted you to have these as my blessing for the Championship.”