Broken Promise Tattoo Novels & Stories

“I thought you were dead.” “Me, too,” he whispered. He lifted his arm into the air, drawing attention to his forearm. “It’s gone,” he whispered. “The tattoo is gone. It’s broken. We broke the curse.” “You’re not the beast anymore?” I whispered, tracing circles over his skin. “No. I’m all yours,” he whispered.

“Still sharp. Good. You’ll need that.” I bare my teeth. “What do you want?” She doesn’t answer at first. Instead, she unwraps a strip of black cloth from her wrist. Reveals a brand burned into her flesh— A circle of broken thorns. “The Oath,” she says softly, almost reverent. “The vow that cost us everything.” “Congratulations,” I snarl. “You and your cult have matching tattoos. Let me go.” Her hand whips out and cracks across my face so hard I taste blood again.

"You are such a jerk, you were s jerk then and you are still a jerk now, the only difference is I love this jerk in front of me, the universe has him to me and I am never going to let him go, not in this lifetime," Jordan said, touching his face. "You better keep those words because I am going to hold you to it," Liam responded. "Of course, I will keep them, I am even going to get a tattoo with your name on it, if you break my heart, I will think of the pain I felt while getting the tattoo and do two times more damage to you," Jordan threatened. "A tattoo? I noticed you have one but is so small and almost invisible, I lived with my parents most of my life and I didn't rebel as a child or a t

“Says the guy who has his girl’s name tattooed across his heart.” “Hey!” Theo points toward Brock. “I’m not the only one, have you seen Brock’s tat on his ribs lately?” Jax’s eyes fly wide as his head snaps toward Brock. “You didn’t…” Brock leans back, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Damn right I did.” He grabs for the hem of his shirt, yanking it up to reveal a tattoo inked on his side. It’s a detailed piece with a forest treeline and a wolf howling to the moon, and sure as shit, running through the middle of it is his mate’s name: Astrid. The forest design and the letter A look a little faded, but the rest of Astrid’s name is a shade darker, like it’s a fresh addition.

"I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You." Noreen's head throbbed. She couldn't comprehend what Thiery was talking about at all. It was like he was speaking a language from another planet. Thiery touched Noreen's lips with his index finger, and she immediately shuddered again. When he kissed her lips, Noreen felt it again, a slow, stirring desire, awakening butterflies in her stomach.

My body betrays me and pushes me to do this instead. It didn't take long before we are both naked on the bed, with me on top of her, pinning her to the bed, as I thrust into her tight pussy, while she cries out in pain and pleasure. Yeah, I broke her hymen, and you know what that means, yeah? I am her first man, the first man to have her and trust me, I will be the last too. She belongs to me now, and nobody else's.

Cassidy rushed her words in pure excitement as she jumped on her feet, turning around. "I'm captivated by our beauty." She finally said and Alexandra smiled. She was glad she wasn't the only one feeling the feverishness of her excitement. Today was a day in which promises would be rebounded, vows would be remade, promises would be established. This time around, she was so sure, that these promises would never be broken, theses vows would be destroyed. She was so sure. Liam would love her so much and she would do the same. No matter what the future held. She stood in front of him moments, a small smile on her face as he said his vows straight from his head without following the original ones

I asked. “Give me the truth." And then Sofia held out her little finger. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. I taught her about the little finger promise when she was 4 years old and I was 8. We promised never to lie to each other. A little finger promise could never be broken. She remembered this. I didn't deserve that gesture, I broke my promise. But not anymore. Sofia deserved the truth that I had denied her for so many years, even though in the end I would lose her for good.

I'm glad I didn't die before I met you But now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you And I'd probably be happy" For everyone knew, you can't ever break a pinky promise. *End of flashback* Tears blurred my vision as I tucked my head into his chest, away from wandering eyes. Swaying to the music, I let myself enjoy his body heat as I shut the rest of the world out. So if you wanna be with me With these things there's no telling We just have to wait and see But I'd rather be working for a paycheck Than waiting to win the lottery, ah-ha, mm-hmm "I told you I'd never break any pinky promises" he whispered, his head leaning against my own. "T-then, pinky promise me that you won't hurt me agai

“That's what we told each other. But we all knew that we would never subject a mate to that.” “You can't stop-” “You can.” He lifted his arm and pushed back a long sleeve. A black tattoo stood there stark against his skin, a dark circle with a gash through it, a claw mark that never healed. “Magic. It nullifies the bond. None of us or our mates will feel the bond. It was for the best.” “I understand,” I said, repeating his words back to him.