Forbidden Love Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Chaos? Instability? You call that love? You're so afraid of change that you can't even see what's right in front of you. Freya is a part of me, and I will not abandon her for the sake of some outdated tradition." Harlock rose from his chair as well, his eyes flashing with fury. "You will do as I say, Aiden. Your duty is to this pack, and you will not bring shame upon us. I forbid you from seeing Freya any longer." Aiden clenched his fists, his resolve unwavering. "I won't abandon the woman I love, Father. I can't. I'll find a way to make this work, with or without your approval." With that, Aiden turned and stormed out of the room, leaving his father behind.

he raised her head to meet his, "Even if the whole world shouts at me, threatens me to leave you and choose someone else, I will never do that. That is how much I love you. You are mine, we are dated and chosen to be together by the moon goddess and you know that. I have the mark to prove it. he said as he raised his shirt for her to see the red dragon tattoo still branded on his torso. She raised her hands and traced them on the tattoo, she openly basked in happiness when she felt him shudder from her touch. It felt like electric currents running through him. "And I also have a mark to prove it too" she said as she pulled her hair away from her neck revealing the tattoo of the white wolf. H

To him it was just meaningless sex. Sure Lauren was beautiful and all that but he felt that she was not for him. He's mind went back to Tierra. Oh how he felt guilty. The look on Tierra's terrified face haunted him. She looked hurt, so hurt. Damien shook his head. No, I am not going to think about some slave. I'm getting married to Lauren, I-I love Lauren? Oh who am I kidding, I don't love her. I have more feelings for Tierra than I have for her.

This is indeed a dream come true. “Amy… We can never be.” Bryan concluded in a whisper, after giving this a serious thought. Amy’s eyes instantly opened at Bryan’s statement. What is he trying to say? “What do you mean?... I thought you just said you love me?” She inquired, just to make certain she heard his confession correctly. “I do, I really do. But this…," This is wrong.” He replied, deciding to be honest with himself and with Amy. “What is wrong in loving you?”

I asked, standing akimbo. "No, it's because for some time now, when we mate, we are usually in your house or my house, and we do it hurriedly, so I won't have the mindset of marking you at that instant. I've always considered marking you, my dear, but you are still my mate, and no one can change that." He moved closer to me and placed his right hand on my shoulder. "A mate without a mark from her lover is what…?" I shouted, as angecoursedes through me. "I don't think you love me, Manson. You want to only take advantage of me, that's all."

I stuttered. “ I was going to tell you eventually but since our friendship is already hanging by a thread, I might as well just snap it,” he looked at me in the eyes, not breaking eye contact as I tried to decipher what he meant by everything he was saying. He turned his back against me and took off his shirt revealing a large tiger tattoo on his back. “ Why are you showing me this?” I stared at it confused. I hadn't known that Miro had a tattoo and one as vivid as this.

With a dazed look, Rose touched her shoulder blade unconsciously. Getting tattoos was a trend back then. On the weekend after they got together, they went to a small shop in a corner inadvertently. They got matching butterfly tattoos in that place. His was on his chest and while she was on her shoulder blade! He said that she was the butterfly. He wanted to keep her close to his heart forever and be with her through life and death. As for her, he did not like her to be coveted by others because she was a woman. Hence, she allowed her to tattoo it on her shoulder blade instead. He also said that when he held her, the two butterflies would stay close to each other, forming a pair, which symbol

But Tim refused to let me into his life. "You are too dear to me, Ava," he said the last time we saw each other. It was my graduation, and he brought his mistress. He brought her specifically to show that nothing connects us. So that I would forget him. "You have to stop obsessing over me, Ava," he said, holding my hand in the darkness of the utility room where I had hidden when I saw him with that girl. But he didn't know that I heard him quietly add, "I love you."

“We’ve come too far. We… we love each other.” The Queen’s eyes go wide, then she rises to her feet, her gaze slicing into me like a blade. I might as well have spat a curse into the air. “You are forbidden to love,” she says, her voice shaking with fury and disbelief. “You cannot love one another. It is an order.” “Then let me leave,” I blurted out, my chest tight. “Let me go abroad, or anywhere away from here. Let me try to find my real parents, somehow, I will. But I can’t stay here and be forbidden to love Gregory. I…”

But something about her arms around me, about being held by someone who isn't performing concern for an audience, cracks something loose in my chest that I've kept sealed for far too long. "You were right," I whisper into her shoulder, voice cracking on every word. "You told me. You told me years ago and I didn't listen — he never loved me, Martha. He never did." "I know, baby. I know." She strokes my hair back from my face, tears dripping onto my cheek to mix with my own. "I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry." We stay like that longer than either of us can probably account for — two women crying into each other, years of unspoken warnings and stubborn hope finally breaking the surface at once.