Cute Tattoos Heart Novels & Stories

There was a tattoo over his heart. I noticed it as my eyes finally — finally — began to climb back up. Some kind of writing, dark ink against his skin, lettering I couldn't make out at this distance and in this light but that gave the impression of something deliberate. Something he had chosen carefully and placed precisely. A line of script over his actual heart.

I pointed to a purple coloured heart on his inner arm. “This purple heart means an everlasting love.” He told me with a lop-sided grin. “Do you like tattoos?” “It’s nice but I doubt I’ll ever get one myself. “Mom would probably bite at my head off if I dared to. She would likely lecture me about how unprofessional it was and demand me to laser it off not to distort my own image and I can already see how Honey’s face grimaced. I smiled remembering my daughter. “That’s okay, you can always get yourself a man who has it and admire it on him.” JK suddenly rested his hand above my knee, his elbow practically touching my chest as he showed me the underside of the sleeve.

“Most are more ‘in the moment’ types of things, but there are a few that are close to my heart.” When she hears me say that, I see her fingers stop moving and she leans closer to look at where my heart is. She studies the intricate tattoo for a while and then I see her eyes light up and her mouth goes into a little O. The tattoo is one that is very special to me. It’s an intricate tree and while the base holds my family, the branches hold the names of the people who mean the most to me. Addison’s name is the first that I had done. It’s twisted and braided and there are small white tulips throughout her name.

she teased, biting her lip as she lifted the fabric of his shirt, until something between his tattoos, near his chest, caught her attention "Hey, wait... What is it?" "I told you." he smiled, as she ran her fingers over the new tattoo on his skin that was still no more than a few lines without shading or depth, but she could already understand what image it was forming "We, wolves, have the habit of immortalizing those we love in our skins. And it's been too long for me to do this with the person I love most." Hunter kissed her temple "So while I was having a long meeting with the cougars today, I ended up asking one of the pack's tattoo artists to do the first sketch for me. Don't worry, it

She looked ruined. And she couldn’t stop. The next morning she returned to the tattoo shop once again. The old artist didn’t even ask questions this time. She simply nodded and prepared her station. “The heart piece,” Aria said, voice husky. “I want something that ties them all together.” The artist chose a stunning, dark design — a blooming obsidian rose with thorny vines that would sit right above her heart, with tendrils reaching toward her breasts and down toward her pussy like living roots.

The torn fabric fluttered around him to the floor. Stalled breaths carefully parted from my lips as I contemplated him. With most of the tattoos disappearing from his body, the tattoos on his chest and back became clearer. His chest had a bleeding heart tattoo caged in thorns and roses inked on his skin while wings tattoos inked his back. His heart… I widened my eyes. Kian’s heart. Breathing heavily through my dry mouth, I thought. Kian’s heart is still there. Yeah. He might have lost the touch of reality, but Kian is still here in his heartbeats.

I reached out, patting her back gently and rubbing small circles to help her calm down. She looked like someone who had spent years holding up a heavy wall and had finally let it crumble; the exhaustion in her posture was palpable. As she shifted, she slipped off her jacket, and that’s when I saw it. Her shirt lifted just enough to reveal the number 22 tattooed on her skin. Barbara had been right — there was a heart next to it. But looking at it closely now, I saw it wasn't a perfect, romantic heart. It was a broken heart, the edges jagged and separated by a thin line of skin, as if the ink itself were mourning something lost.

Then he reaches for the hem of his own shirt and pulls it over his head in one smooth motion. I’ve seen him shirtless a thousand times. Memorized every line of muscle, every scar from a childhood he rarely talks about. But I’ve never seen this. Over his left ribcage, directly above his heart, is a tattoo. Fresh, still slightly red at the edges, covered in a thin layer of protective film. A single white rose, rendered in exquisite detail. Petals unfurling, delicate and luminous against his skin. Thorns subtle but present, wrapping the stem in elegant black ink. Beneath it, in small, precise script:

’ And immediately, even though, to my surprise, I want him to kiss me, I pressed my palms even harder against his chest before he could kiss me, and whispered, “F-Felix….I have; I need to ask you something.” He paused, but did not look alarmed. My eyes glanced from his deeply piercing silvery grey eyes, before moving back to the tattoos around his chest. Some of them are names, embedded in what looks like my favorite flowers. Right on the one drawn to his left breast, I can see the words, Hazel eyes, drawn intricately into a dahlia bud. My fingers traced the artwork slowly, like it’s a map, before it stops directly on his beating heart. I can feel the organ beat powerfully against my fingers

He had no idea! “Why do you have this empty heart tattooed upon your heart?” Asked Sienna curiously. It was something she had wanted to ask ever since she had seen it. Her fingers touched it almost like a feather-soft caress. A tremor ran down Lucas’s body at her touch. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her head over his chest, making her lay her head over his heart, over the tattoo.