Novelas y relatos de Broken Soul Tattoo

Sarah’s POV. I glance at a tattoo on my wrist – it’s a bird with a broken-wing, the memories float in my mind. I remember I have always passionate about music. My thumb brushes over the broken-wing, back then, it was a symbol of defeat. Now, it feels different. Not healed, but unfinished. I lower my hand slowly. “That girl…” I whisper to myself, my voice barely audible over the city noise “She didn’t disappear, did she?”

I breathed. "I had it commissioned. The spiral represents your journey—from broken to healed, from alone to partnered. From pain to art to love." His voice was rough. "I wanted you to have something that honored who you were before me, not just who you are with me." Tears pricked my eyes. "Help me put it on?" He fastened it around my neck, and the pendant settled just above the mating mark. Past and present, individual and bonded, all represented. "Perfect," he murmured. "Just like you."

I couldn’t falter; I wouldn’t let him bleed out on my floor, not when every heartbeat felt like a silent plea for survival. I settled onto the cold linoleum, my heart pounding as I locked my gaze on his battered body. Every inch of him told a story, each tattoo a chapter of pain and survival. The bold double DD letters sprawled across his knuckles caught my eye first, a stark contrast against the bruises and blood. A tree, strong yet fragile, adorned his left forearm, whispering secrets of resilience, while the wave-like patterns on his ribcage danced dangerously close to his deep, ragged wound. But it was the quote etched on his right forearm that pulled at my heartstrings, resonating with

Strange tattoo but I felt a urge to trail my fingers on it and nibble on the heart tattoo. I let my fingers move to his chest and when I touched it his breathing turned labored. I took it further pressing my lips to his tattoo mark, licking and bite a bit and he whipped his head backwards.“No more heart break. Yours is broken but mine is strong enough for us both.” I say to his mark like I was conversing to a real human. “Fuck! I can't hold on any longer please let me get inside of you or else I'll run crazy.” he spoke hoarsely.

It was a sight that tore at her soul—his flesh marred by numerous bullet wounds, each one a painful reminder of the battles he had endured. But amidst the chaos of his injuries, something caught her attention. Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed a familiar symbol, etched behind the ear of his wolf and mirrored as a tattoo on his chest—the mark of his mate's treacherous betrayal, the very wound that had pierced his heart.

I scanned his chest, the scar emerged from a red heart tattooed in the middle of his chest such that the scar formed a straight line that looked like an arrow piercing through a heart. “Betrayal, a tattoo to reflect exactly how I felt.” He explained as though he could read my mind. “The betrayal by one closest to your heart pierces deeper than any other. I lived everyday planning how to get you back, how to make you realize you are making a mistake, refusing my love wasn’t going to help either of us, this bond…” he said pointing between us. … it is permanent, nothing will take you away from me, you are mine Marcella.”

If she had just told someone… she could still be alive, carrying her soulmate’s child. "There’s nothing I can do now except visit him and apologize," Xavier said solemnly. My eyes drifted down to the tattoo on his arm. I saw it more clearly now: a black rose entwined with thorned vines, and beneath it, a few haunting lines: > When I say I love you, please believe it's true. Whenever I say forever, know I'll never leave you. When I say goodbye, promise me you won’t cry, Because the day I say that will be the day I die.

Of course, it's his dream, and his two friends Zia and Damon help him a lot. Without them, he is surely doomed. He didn't like getting into trouble, even though he had a face that screamed trouble, that is, he was built in all the right places, had a sleeve of tattoos on both hands, and had a lot of piercings on his ear. Of course, he has a Moon tattoo on the left side of his neck, which Moon Goodness has given him as a gift. When Elder told him about the tattoo, his heart shattered into a million pieces, and he became even more hateful of humans. It's his soulmate tattoo and his butterfly going to have the same tattoo, but she is already dead. Sebestian didn't remember much about her death,

“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.

The woman who was with him quickly got dressed and ran out of her condo, even if I wanted to spank her and slap her, I couldn't because of the numbness of the whole system, I don't know what could be the reaction now I feel so hurt and drain. "B-babe let me explain please." he's begging to make me laugh, if he thinks she can take me there, he's wrong. "What else do you have to explain Kevyn? I already daw it with my own two eyes, so what else are you going to say? That you're just playing? That you're just talking? That's stupidity!" I said emphatically. "Please babe let's fix this." I shook my head. "What's broken can't be fixed again asshole! I trusted you enough but you choose to betray