Novel & Cerita Forbidden Love Tattoo

Her heart, she swore, could have just jumped out of her chest. “No!” she yelled, pushing his chest away and in the process, shoved a little of the collar of his maroon long-sleeved shirt. There she saw the tattoo, or a mark, peeking itself; two inverted crescent moons she knew were supposed to be for the use of witches only. Her mother created one for her father - her soulmate. Her only lover. If the man had one, then that meant... Could it be that he had a witch lover too? That was the ultimate question that swam in her mind.

His dark eyes would sometimes linger on me in ways that made my skin crawl, but then he'd look away like I disgusted him. The silver birthmark on my shoulder had always been my deepest secret. It was about the size of a chicken egg, depicting a crescent moon wrapped in thorny vines that seemed to move in certain light. The old pack shaman had warned me years ago that it was a mark of ancient magic and that I should keep it hidden at all costs. "Some marks bring power," she'd whispered, "but others bring danger." The storage shed door creaked open wider, and I quickly wiped my tears, trying to compose myself. My heart nearly stopped when Sarah stepped inside, her beautiful face lit by the moo

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.”

I said while waving my hand, embarrassed to face the young man with his hard body exposed to me. "My name is Marcus. For the sake of saving my life I vow my whole life to protect you." I gasped, did I save anyone? "... it doesn't have to be... you saved me earlier... it's not worth it." I'm getting more and more confused, this guy doesn't need to follow me all my life, right? "He belongs to the bloodline of the purebred wolf, if he is saved by someone, the family of the wolf shall follow as master. Ah, I'm Joanna Clinton, you can call me Joan."

“I thought it was a phase and that it would pass. I wasn’t attracted to him in the slightest. No way, I would take him as my mate. Besides, I couldn’t tell anyone that I was in love.” “With Dad?" she asked. “Yes. But I couldn’t just come forth about it.” “Why not?” “Because it was forbidden.” "Was your dad a human? Why was it forbidden?” “Mating between werewolves and humans wasn’t heard of. But your dad was so much more.” “More?” Her words were barely audible now. “Yes. He was a hunter.” I finally told her. “Hunters were powerful and were eternal enemies of wolves. Your dad wasn’t an enemy though. I loved him dearly."

"Why, Liam, why is it too hard to understand? To ensure that our Pack is united and great, it has been passed down that we can only mate with our kind. But you have chosen to desecrate with that abomination you call a mate. A werewolf is an enemy and an anomaly that cannot be. With her, we can never be free, And your life's outcome will be something none of us will foresee because of how evil and how cunning they are. With her, be sure of a future where the danger lies, a future filled with sorrowful cries. But despite all I have said, you chose to ignore the pack's cries and chose to let your love rise. I have not started yet, I'm afraid that you might be dead when I'm done with you."

He took a deep breath, attempting to control the storm brewing within him. “I loved your mother more than words can convey, you don't know how much I missed her,” he said, his voice strained. “Don’t question my feelings or motives. You’re too young to grasp the complexities of adult relationships.” But before he could continue, his daughter’s grief-fueled defiance took over. “Did you really love my mom? Or did you only marry her because of her wealth!” Elissa shouted. ‘slap’ In a surge of frustration, Alfredo’s hand met her cheek with a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the room, leaving an eerie silence. His eyes widened, realizing the weight of his actions, while his daughter’s tear-str

Saraya didn’t say anything further and eyed his mark. She didn’t know what came over her, but she bent slightly and kissed above his mark. Raf clasped her waist, closing his eyes when he felt her lips over his skin. Saraya’s lips lingered on his tattoo for a moment longer than necessary, as if trying to imprint herself on him. A few seconds later, she detached her lips from his collarbone and faced him. “I love you,” Saraya murmured and cupped his right cheek. Raf kept his hand over hers, his thumb brushing softly against her palm.

he asked, curious. “Two reasons: one, she really wanted to get a tattoo but can’t because of her scarring issues. Two, she’ll forever hold it against me that I didn’t give her a ring with my name… so I decided to prove I truly love her and never played with that feeling.” “And three… she’ll think you’re crazy! I’d be scared if someone tattooed my name. I’d run and file a police report.” “One day, you’ll find someone you’ll fall in love with. And you’ll understand that in love, anything goes… even getting a tattoo.”

Lanterns flickered in gold, outlining a dinner table set for two under a delicate white canopy. “Baby” I whispered, still in disbelief, as he took my hand and guided me forward. “Hey, Michelle,” he said, eyes warm and fixed on mine. “I want to let you know how much I love you… with every passing day, you become the peace I never knew I needed.” I swallowed slowly as his words sank in. “I just want you to know this is forever.” He breathed. He went down on one knee, his eyes locked on mine as he held my hands.