Broken Soul Tattoo Novels & Stories

You're destined to be alone forever. Timothy's words stabbed straight into the deepest wound in my heart. Sophie and Julie. They were the two women I loved most in this world besides my parents. Yet both of them had betrayed me for a scumbag like Timothy.

Me staring at a naked guy for the second time in my damn life. My breath caught in my throat, trapped. I was trapped. My eyes completely rebelled against my brain's frantic commands to look the fuck away. Instead, they traced the dark, heavy ink of a tattoo etched across his upper shoulder blades. Three words, bold and unyielding: "Built Through Pain." The script wasn't flashy or arrogant. It felt heavy. It looked like a scar turned into art—a quiet testament to something survival-driven. A strange, unbidden ache blossomed in my chest just looking at it.

“What? You think I'm going to destroy your boyfriend’s pretty face? Calm your heart. I think my husbandly duties are finished.” “Ethan I'm not in love with him,” I tried to assure him, whispering out as loud as possible. “Well that helps a lot,” he said sarcastically and then left. I sank to the floor once again, feeling everything in me tear apart. I buried my face in my hands and just let the tears out. Guilt was something I had dealt with my whole life, as at a certain point in my life I had actually believed I killed my birth mother, but the fact that it was familiar didn’t

She was just a stranger who had walked into my life by pure accident. Her gaze fell to my neck for a moment, and I caught her eyes lingering on the tattoo there, that damn wolf insignia I had gotten years ago. “What’s that on your neck?” she asked, her voice softer now, a mix of curiosity and caution. I smirked, brushing my fingers over the tattoo. “It’s a mark of my pack,” I replied, hoping that would suffice without forcing me to delve into my past.I wasn't prepared to open up to her. To be honest, I was still trying to figure out how I found myself in this mess. I was supposed to be facing my own struggles, not taking care of a woman who looked shattered.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

Argh .... Andien punched the metal guardrail as she shouted angrily. "I hate you, Kenan. I hate you!" Andien screamed again while the sea water began to wet parts of her body as she chose to sit on the bridge that people said was called the bridge of love. It had only been 12 hours since Andien had received Kenan's sacred vows but Andien felt that she was already a widow. Andien tried to hold back her sobs as the tears continued to flow.

He then furiously beat Flora until she miscarried. After being taken to the hospital, Flora died not long after. Thereafter, Adrian lost both his pup and his mate and suffered a tremendous psychological and emotional blow. He was soon imprisoned in the pack's jail for intentional homicide. Meanwhile, life for Blaise and me became increasingly fulfilling. I gradually healed from my past wounds, and together with Blaise, we nurtured many pups. In fact, we became the happy couple that everyone admired.

They were all going to wish they had never hurt my girl. "Please, stop," she whispered so quietly that I almost didn't hear it. "Tess, baby, open your eyes." When she did this time, they weren't full of fear and confusion. No, this time it was worse. They were full of tears and hurt. "Just leave me, get out of here," she whispered. "I'm not leaving you. Never again, I love you." "No, you don't. Just leave me here, I'm already dead, just let the bomb do its job."

They should not be. When I take a soul like his, the residue never simply disappears. Sin leaves an imprint. That corruption must be carried somewhere so it does not seep back into the world that created it. So it comes to me. The tattoos hold it. Each line etched into my skin absorbs another fragment of human darkness. Normally the burning begins almost immediately. Sometimes before we even leave the place where the soul died. But now nothing happens. Nora studies the ink for another moment. “That’s not normal.”

To bury the past behind and never look back. I put a tattoo on my back, A birth date, and a death date because I want to remember the bittersweet that happened in my past. It is also my reminder that playing someone's heart is not good because it may cause death to someone and heartache for those who will be left behind and why at the back? Because it is already past. The nightmare that I had, the nightmare that almost pushed me to my edge. It is just a memory for me.