Death Do Us Part Tattoo Novels & Stories

“What type of poison” “Atropa belladonna. It was the same one found in your father’s autopsy. I believe their death is connected.” Nightshade poison. A deadly poison for a deadly organisation. I scramble closer. “What do you know Doctor?” Gail looks at me, hesitant. “Nothing much aside that I believe this is all connected to the inner circle.” The Inner Circle? This is the first time in ten years I’ve heard that name again. The last time was the day my father was buried.”

AJ was one of my first partners in crime, back when we were teens. "Uptown. Glad to be back, no lie," I roll my sleeves up to my elbow and unbutton my shirt to mid chest, making sure that all of my ink is on display. In this world, these tattoos are an important part of our identity. Each tat has a meaning. The vines are for my crew, each thorn a successful mission. One little rosebud for Livy, when I took her into my home. A large cross across my chest for my parents, a bleeding heart for my sister Jane.

he instructed and as David slipped the silver band onto Dawn's left hand, the priest recited "As this ring..." "As this ring..." David repeated. "Has no end..." "Has no end..." "Neither shall my love for you." "Neither shall my love for you." "Dawn, place the ring on David's finger and repeat after me." After the process had been repeated and the rings were exchanged, the priest proceeded.

My eyes widened at the white tree of life designed tattoo covering his entire brown back. "Oh shit," I cursed and Miguel turned quickly in concern. He looked at my shocked eyes and asked what it was. We heard a gasp from the table and both Maria and Sergio were looking at his back. "You have a tree of life tattoo on your entire back, I think you really are life," I mumbled softly and his eyes twinkled mischievously. I felt his arms pulling me into his embrace and his lips feathering across my own. "We are opposites and ideal soulmates, I want to stay with you Sebastian. Am I an immortal like you now?" I looked deep into his eyes and grinned as I tried to use a little of my death magic only t

Two signs in one day were enough to confuse the daylight out of her, and just as she tried fighting it, another memory reeled in "I want to show you something Mel, come!" they had ran into the gardens holding hands straight into their secret hideout within the large farm. He took off his shirt to reveal a fresh tattoo of a rose right beneath his left shoulder a little closer to the heart area. Poor Harris had winced at the pain when she tried to touch him, and she had promised never to tell a soul, his father was not fond of tattoos "A rose? I love roses Kuda!" "I know. And this rose right next to my heart will always remind me of you." Without thinking, and neither seeing poor Raymond stari

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.

We were meant to last…until death do us part. Thank you for reading TILL DEATH DO US PART, Aléjandro and Mia’s story. If you haven’t read NOW AND FOREVER, Dario and Catalina’s story, you can read it today or continue the series with BOUND BY A PROMISE, Dante and Camila’s story

Grayson and I are now laying on the floor both naked and satisfied. None of us are speaking,we are just enjoying the comfortable silence between us. We are both lost in our thoughts,I wonder what he was thinking about. My hands begins to trace the tattoo's on his chest. There is a new one and my heart almost stops beating when I read the inscriptions. Grayson & Bryanna forever. Our bodies may depart but our souls will forever remain together. It is beautifully designed with roses around it,just above his children's name.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

His eyes went to the dead body on the ground. Zoey growled, but lifted her fork and knife and cut into her meat. The tenderness and enticing aroma made her tummy happy. Zoey was about to deposit the food in her mouth when Titus rose to the floor. "Barnabas," his voice was raucous as he spoke. He worked the tip of his tail to smack the scrap of flesh from Zoey's hand. The steam hovered in the air, showcasing that it was prepared not long ago. That was when Zoey saw it. Barnabas's tattoo. An eagle being crushed by a serpent was burnt in the middle of the flesh. "Everyone, stop eating. This isn't fish or chicken." Everyone froze.