Cute Tattoos Heart Novels & Stories

"Delis! this is what I want, I want this diamond ring more than any other thing" "So if you won't give it to me, forget about the rest" "You know what I mean...? I mean that I will not accept...." "These things that you have bought already, then you will have to take them to yourself" Rehab replied with a none smiling face. "Am doing this because I love you... hope you know that" Delis said as Rehab smiles with a smirk. "That's why I love you too" Rehab replied and then Delis ordered the ring for her.

I sighed as I removed my finger on my lip. I describe my tattoo to be a heart, not a love shape. A heart precisely, with a lock at the left ventricle. I described the lock to be the one you see on a door handle, where your key fits in. I added the heart should be in red ink and the lock darkened to create a real image. Then 'Bunny' should be written in calligraphy at the bottom side of the heart. "You know, that would require more lines on your skin, yeah?" the tattooist responded.

Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum. “What does it mean?” She asks curiously. My breath hitches at the feel of her warm fingers, making my voice sound husky when I respond. “It says, “Who wants to live forever?” She chuckles as she considers my morbid message. Before she can ask me another question, I take a deep breath and place my hand over hers. “Do you have any?” Sage smiles shyly as she sits up on the bed to lift her shirt’s hem, showing me the small tattoo decorating her hip. It’s a heart with rose thorns wrapped around it. My breath hitches at the sight of her firm stomach and concave belly button and the way her skin glows like a shining pearl in the moonlight. Biting back a groan, I run

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Oh, he’s going to pay, Ryan. Oh, he will pay,” she muttered. “Now, to the only tattoo that doesn’t have a physical scar behind it. You asked me to tell you everything, so here goes nothing,” Ryan said. Scarlet furrowed her brows. “Which one doesn’t have a scar?” “The pretty face on my chest,” Ryan replied, pointing at the tattoo of a girl placed directly over his heart. “Who is she?” Scarlet asked softly.

His eyes, a startling shade of amber, held a stillness that felt ancient. “I need a cover-up,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He shrugged off his leather jacket and revealed an old, poorly done tattoo on his left pectoral, right over his heart. It was a mess of faded lines, but beneath the jumbled ink, Sloane could see the faint, elegant shape of a Celtic knot. “Something to bind it. To make it permanent.”

on its snout, it's perfect for Ashton because it's scary, and it's perfect for me because despite its appearance, it spends the day sleeping in the garden sun. Ashton chuckles graciously from his side of the bed and takes off his shirt to put on his pajamas. Then I see it: he has an unmistakable plastic covering those tattoos, it's right over his heart. My heart leaps to my throat because Ashton has my name tattooed in that area, and there's no ink nearby because he says that area is only for those he loves.

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.

he demanded, capturing her fingers in a tight grip. He covered her much smaller hand and forced it to his hair roughened chest. He held her hand tightly for a moment until he was certain she wouldn't take her fingers away when he loosened his hold. Her eyes stayed on his tattoo as she traced the pattern. It was some kind of pagan tattoo, almost Celtic, but in the shape of a four-sided, bladed weapon. It protected his heart. She traced her fingertips over the intricate knots, fascinated by the depth of the work. Her nail accidentally scraped against his flat nipple, drawing a hiss from him. Her eyes flew to his and she nearly snatched her hand back. "Don't stop," he growled from between gritt

Jarring to a halt, I blinked and then gaped when I realized it was the tattoo of a heart within a circle. “Oh…my God,” I uttered, my jaw falling slack. “What have you done?” “I know, I know.” She winced and shook her hands. “At the time, it seemed like a good idea. I still love it, and I can’t wait to find my one true love with it, but then I woke up this morning and realized, holy shit, Caulder’s going to see it, isn’t he? And he’s going to be pissed.” I nodded, unable to speak as I stared. She had a love mark on her face. Just like Urban.