Forever In My Heart Tattoo Novels & Stories

Both of us make appointments at a tattoo shop after our honeymoon and get a band tattooed around our left ring fingers. It's permanent, just like the depth of love I have for her and always will.

It was part of the relationship between us. "Yes, it is the very tattoo you always draw. You used to draw it in every single textbook of yours. You went to have that tattoo but you got scared of the needle. So instead of you, I got that tattoo for you. You told me what it meant. It means together, forever." I replied to her unasked question. She gulped hard and I was her eyes moistened up. She leaned in towards my shoulder and pecked my tattoo. It was a broken heart shape that had our initials on and a holy belt that was keeping both parts connected.

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.”

His green eyes were black in the dim light. "Take off your shirt," I said. He pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was bare and I saw it. The tattoo. Over his heart. Little flower. In italics. Delicate and permanent, right over the place where his heartbeat was strongest. The ink was dark against his skin. The skin was raised slightly, the way tattoos were when they were healed.

I clutched the charm, allowing the paper to fall from my other one. As I gazed at the charm bracelet that now lay in my lap, I found that the only place to put the one I was holding was after the symbol that meant forever. My heart stopped in my chest as I realized when I placed it there all three symbols would read, I love you forever. Goodbye. I blinked hard to stop the tears that wanted to stream down my face—that bastard. But I couldn’t be mad at him. It was unfair of me to expect him to endure being hurt for my sake.

“Alessio, you’ve done so many things I would rather be angry for. Come on, don’t be so coy.” I let out a chuckle. “I know, I know. It’s just that I love you with all my heart. I would do anything for you. I would take care of you forever.” I touch the mark on her neck, which is now showing like a tattoo. She shakes her head. “We are forever bonded. There’s nothing you can do or say that would drive me away, and I want you to remember that. Now please tell me before you give me a heart attack in front of your parents.”

“Of соurѕе, уоu’rе mіnе forever ѕо I wаnt іt thеrе nеxt to mу heart.” Mу еуеѕ drорреd down tо the vіrgіn сlеаn skin, which remained tattoo-free. I ѕmіlеd thinking оf how my name would be рlасеd bеѕіdе thе mоѕt precious thing to mе. I рrеѕѕеd my lips аgаіnѕt it bеfоrе lowering mу сhееk, resting against іt, hеаrіng hіѕ heartbeat my nаmе.

A smile oozing with derision and venom. As I picked up the papers, all covered in Christopher's shoe marks, my mechanical heart was trembling faster than ever. It should not be trembling like this. My pupils were starting to dilate, and the couple that was leaving me behind became nothing but blurry circles. … A long, long time later, I wiped the blood off the corner of my mouth. As I stared at the papers that read 'artificial heart transplant,' my fingers brushed across the scar on my chest. The one that'd been there for seven years.

Even though he knew she was not a virgin anymore, he also knew because he made love to her six months ago and because she only had sex that once he knew she will experience it as her first time and that she might feel pain. “I want to be with you forever,” Ann moaned. “Forever,” Paris said as he made love to her, wondering just how long their forever will be, feeling the universe has been against him finding love all his life. After making love, they got dressed and walked on the beach. “We should get back,” Paris said, calculating that if they don’t head back now, he will run out of darkness. “Do we have to? Can’t we watch the sunrise first?” Ann pleaded.

"There is a corner of my heart that is yours. And I don't mean for now or until I've found somebody else. I mean to say that whether I fall in love a thousand times over or never again, there will always be a small quiet place in my heart that belongs only to you." ~ Beau Taplin. . . . . .