Novel & Cerita Broken Soul Tattoo

I lean on the stranger's shoulder and cry my eyes out "Why? Why did he betray me? Why did Rithvik betray me? We were together. Why did he break up with me? What was my mistake? Am I not beautiful? I was also ready to become his sex slave but he chose her on me. Why? Why did this happen? Why couldn't he choose me instead of Sa..." I said in a low tone And I felt blackness surrounding me…

******************** Daniel took Clota to one of his warehouses that nobody can find them it only Sunshine that knew that place, Daniel called one of his men to bring the doctor over in hurry because his mother is bleeding seriously. Clota was badly wounded, her face was damage that she can't see again, and her legs were broken, the only thing that function in her body is her left hand. Daniel was also wounded in his left hand. He was not happy seeing his mother in that condition and he picked up the TV remote and on it, he saw news of Sunshine on the air getting married to the billionaire son, Sunshine looks happy with her fiance. Daniel was really angry, he checked the date, time and venue

Celeste traced a pattern along his chest, then stilled when her finger landed on his shoulder the heart, tattoo onto him. “What’s this?” she asked softly, sitting up to get a better look.. Damien looked up at her. “I got it after we broke up.” Her breath caught. “I was drunk,” he added with a humorless smile. “But not stupid. I needed a reminder. Something permanent. Something that would hurt every time I looked at it. I was a fool to let you go. This was the only way I could remind myself.” She touched it gently, her thumb brushing over the heart.

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

My mouth began going down from kissing his neck to that strong broad chest, my eyes were closed but then I looked up to catch his expression after he held back a groan in his throat, but my eyes landed on his chest who welcome me with a new tattoo, I brushed my fingers on the ink, This tattoo was a combination of words which I knew was Spanish, those words were completing a circle and huge deadly snake was printed between them, starting from Amor (Love), Escapar (Escape), Desamor (Heartbreak), Venganza (Revenge), Misión (Mission), I could few words of it. “What is this, Armando,” I examined the details of that horrific tattoo, my eyes couldn’t move from it, It was obvious from some words tha

She pressed herself against the wall, peeking through the gap. Father Zerus stood with his back to her, his cassock already on the floor, his broad shoulders bare. He was reaching for a clean shirt when she saw it—the tattoo that covered his left shoulder blade. It is a serpent, coiled around a dagger, its scales , its eyes burning with an inner fire. The dagger was stained with drops of blood, and beneath it, a single word was etched in elegant script: Sosa. Krystal's blood turned to ice. The club. The night she had been so drunk she could barely stand. The man she had walked into, the man whose hand she had grabbed, dragging him through the crowd. The man she had kissed before he had pushe

he pointed towards the door “Get out now.” My chest tightened. “I don’t have enough money for a ride.” I said, wishing he wouldn't do this to me. “Not my problem.” he scoffed. “Please.” Ryan’s expression hardened. “I already told you.” His voice dropped. “I won't let you be a stain on my reputation by being seen with you, now get out”

Complete. As sleep pulled us under I reflected on the long journey. From that cell where he fucked me raw against the wall in pure rage. Through blackouts and battles and betrayal. Through death and rebirth. To this peaceful powerful life filled with festivals and future dreams. The title Broken Bond, Burning Desire had never been more true. The bond never truly broke. It burned through everything. Death. Curse. Pain. And now it illuminated a future brighter than we deserved. Ronan kissed my forehead in the dark. His arm tight around me. "Sleep my love. Tomorrow we keep building our world."

“But if you want a romantic setup, I could do that. Now, what did you want to ask me?” “What’s your tattoo all about, what does it mean or was it just a spontaneous one?” He grew quiet for a bit, and I got worried, I probably shouldn’t have said anything. My curiosity would be the death of me. “The tattoo stands for a rebirth, my rebirth from drugs and addiction. I almost died from an overdose but I survived, so I decided to get it,” “Oh…. that’s fine,” I said in a lowly voice. “I wanna take a shower,” He said, as he pulled away from me to stand up.

“Thank you.” She walked into her room, closed the door quietly behind her, and leaned against it. Her knees gave way, and she slid to the floor, pressing both palms against her face as the tears returned—silent and burning. She was safe now. But nothing inside her felt right. She didn’t feel like herself anymore. She felt hollow. Used. Lost. She felt like no one would understand. Because the scars he left weren’t on her skin. They were hidden, deep inside her soul.