Broken Promise Tattoo Novels & Stories

It will all be crossed out with a red X. The tattoo won't fade until her mate mates and marks her. She will never find another mate and she won't feel much love until her mate mates and marks her. Her wolf will never rest and she will be very tired. She will die if her mate doesn't mark or mate her within 1 month of her tattoo. The last line scared me the most.

Your forever friend holds your hand and tells you that everything is going to be okay. And if you find such a friend, You feel happy and complete, Because you need not worry, Your have a forever friend for life, And forever has no end. Jack tossed the papers on my desk—his eyebrows knit into a straight line as he glared at me. "What’s wrong?" I asked. He jabbed a finger at the proposal. "Next time you want to change anything, ask me first," he said, turning on his heels and leaving me stewing in anger.

I said naively and with an assuring smile. "Then promise me one thing," he said with a serious voice. "What is that, come on already we've made all possible promises. What again could it be now," I said sounding a bit worried. "Okay, just promise me that....that you'll never stop loving me, or hate me. I'm sorry, please forgive me. Is just that I...I...just promise you'll never stay mad at me for anything or hate me if I do mess up, that you'll forgive me," he begged as he held my two hands tightly in between his.

Aurora, you should’ve just walked away from all of this. I bit my lip, trying to focus on Adrian instead of the firestorm of emotions inside me. The last thing I needed was another argument. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring—the one he had given me, the one that symbolized promises broken. Adrian’s eyes followed my every move. When I handed him the ring, his fingers brushed against mine, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of the past. But that moment quickly died. I wasn’t the same girl who had once believed in his promises. I wasn’t the same naive woman who had thought love was supposed to be easy.

Elodie was still nagging incessantly. I couldn’t bear this humiliation any longer, I didn’t want to stay here for another second. “Jessica, stop right there!” Lucas grabbed my wrist and pulled me back with such force that it felt like he might crush my bones. “Lucas, look, I need to treat my wound!” I winced in pain as the blisters on my arm had burst, revealing raw, red flesh that was horrifying to look at. Lucas glanced at my arm and eventually let go of my wrist.

Danica came flying into my arms and all I saw was red. Her face was swollen and wet with tears. The shirt I had given her earlier that day was stretched and torn on one side. Red welts formed on her arms. I wanted to wrap my arms around her. Tell her everything was going to be okay. But right now there was something else I needed to do. I moved her to the side. “Stay here, Danica.” She stood there trembling. At that point, I wasn’t even sure if she realized I was there. I stalked into the house where Rick was now watching us. He took one look at the gift-wrapped box in my hand and began nodding his head. A black belt was wrapped around his hand,

"Brandon has broken the promise he made to you.” In Tábata's mind only one question; Which of all the promises he had made had he broken? “What are you taking about? I don't understand.” Tábata said, drinking her drink, wanting to think that Brandon could have broken a thousand promises but not the most important one for her.

“I’m not going anywhere. Not today. Not ever. No matter how many people you throw in the mix. Don't make her choose; you'd be the one who loses because she's it for me.” Rebel looked surprised and a little amused. I, however, nearly choked on my water. “I never asked you to go anywhere,” I replied coolly. “You didn’t have to,” he said. “But it’s always there. The undertone. Like I’m a passing phase. A problem. Some tattoo she’ll eventually laser off.” Rebel snorted. “I do have a tattoo of you, technically. It just says ‘William' under my ribs; you made sure I got one after your crazy ass got my face on your whole back and chest.”

It was part of the relationship between us. "Yes, it is the very tattoo you always draw. You used to draw it in every single textbook of yours. You went to have that tattoo but you got scared of the needle. So instead of you, I got that tattoo for you. You told me what it meant. It means together, forever." I replied to her unasked question. She gulped hard and I was her eyes moistened up. She leaned in towards my shoulder and pecked my tattoo. It was a broken heart shape that had our initials on and a holy belt that was keeping both parts connected.

My blood ran cold. That totem was identical to the unique mark on Rocco's chest, the one that represented our eternal Mate Bond. Only true mates received such a mark—a symbol of blended souls, a lifelong promise. And now, she had tattooed it onto her own skin. And Rocco had allowed it. I put down my phone and called the pack's tattoo artist. "Luna Caterina? It's so late. Is everything alright?" Samuel, the artist, sounded exhausted. "Samuel, I need to book an appointment for a tattoo removal."