Broken Soul Tattoo Novels & Stories

× F L A S H B A C K × ~ Five years ago… ~ It was one stormy day and my heart was shattered into thousands of pieces. My boyfriend was a total asshole. Last week I gave him my virginity and today I caught him with another woman in his bedroom. He told me that I was a lousy fuck and that he regrets sleeping with me. I begged him not to break up with me. I told him that I love him and I would do anything he wants. I told him that I can do better in bed but he called me pathetic and threw me out of his apartment and out of his life.

She sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. Memories flashed across Noel's mind and his frown deepened with every passing second. He knew very well what it was like to lose someone. He quickly shook it off his mind and focused back on the matter at hand. Perhaps, he feared that thinking too long about it would open old wounds. Noel inched closer and stood over the blood stained carpet with a focused expression. He analysed it carefully for a while before asking, "Did you find any traces of drugs or alcohol in his DNA results?"

That song, was the mark that means the end of the game. She cried and cried her eyes out in joy. 'Thank god,' she said inside her heart. 'I have survived another day of the hunt.' —

Whenever she got hurt, both mentally and physically, she'll always run and come there. However, she wasn't there. Not in the room, not even in the backyard were there lies Tina's tomb made by Sandra. There's still the flower but it has already been dried and withered. He suspect it is a tulip Tulip that symbolizes Tina's death and Tina's love. He just realized that Tina experience lovelorn.

Thandi asked, touching the tattoo that was on S’bu’s chest above his heart. It’s permanent, like my love for you, he said charmingly. I was with Tsepo when you did this! Are you crazy? What if we didn’t make up? Thandi asked amazed. It does not matter the circumstances, my love for you is forever, S’bu responded. Thandi blushed, touching S’bu’s chest again. The tattoo on S’bu’s chest was Thandi’s name surrounded by a drawing of a heart. I could have never asked you to do this, Thandi said looking at him.

The moon hung full and bright above the forest. Her chest ached. Her life had been full—warm, fierce, loved. Dave. Sandra. Morgan. Ben. Eve. A family forged in blood and loyalty. Now everything felt hollow. “Why?” she whispered to the moon. “Why rewrite me?” Images slammed into her mind—blood on grass, bodies sprawled, Joy and another figure standing over them with syringes gleaming white. Bella staggered, gripping a tree for balance. A sound snapped her to attention.

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

My footsteps echo softly against the floor as I walk toward the altar. My dress glides with every movement, but I barely feel it. All my focus is on them. My heart beats hard, a swirl of anxiety and resignation tightening in my chest. The golden phrase "Bonding Ceremony" glows with an ethereal warmth at the center of the floral arch. The curtain of lights illuminates each white petal, creating a solemn atmosphere. The glass tables with golden bases reflect the brilliance around us, and among the decorations, the phrase "Forever" rests in silence, a reminder of the inevitability of this union.

"I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up." I felt something inside me shatter. Not just my heart—something deeper. Something irreparable. I looked straight into his eyes, searching for even the smallest hint of regret. A flicker of guilt. Anything. Just Any—thing. But all I saw was indifference. Slowly, I pulled the ring off my finger and placed it in his palm. “What are you doing? Breaking up with me?” he asked, confused. I inhaled sharply, my lips curving into a bitter smile.

Another tattoo: ‘Darkness is real, and it’s the best place to be’ Why would that be the best place to be? “Why are your tattoos sad?” I question, kneading his precious spinous process. “They’re not all sad. Different seasons of my life…” “Were you sad in the past?” He shrugs, a leisurely smile playing on his lips. Another tattoo beneath his neck: ‘Psalm 139:14’ “You’ve got a Bible scripture,” I note out loud. “See. Not all of them are sad. I’ve got two of those.”