Forever In My Heart Tattoo Novels & Stories

He smiles, cupping my face gently in his hands, "My heart, my soul, my everything belongs to you... but today, I want to honor our love. I want the world to see that whose name is written on my heart." Grabbing my hand, he places it over his heart, and my eyes follow his movement. When I spread my fingers over his heart, I get a glimpse of something. Slowly, pulling back my hand, I see my name tattooed over his chest, just above his heart. Tears fill my eyes as I gently trace my name letters. My heart overflows with emotions when I tear my eyes away from my name to meet his gaze. I want to tell him how much I love him and how it is me who is fortunate to have him in my life. But words refuse

I obey her and taking her delicate hand, I stand up beside her, walking back to the main room where our clothes are. We must leave, but the memories and everything we went through will stay with us forever like a tattoo, the eternal memory of our love. And just as now in this magical moment I know how much I love this woman, I am sure that I will love her forever, without a doubt. She has been the best gift that destiny has given me, and now I plan to live a happy life by her side. Only mine, and I will always be only hers... Forever... The end.

I concluded staring at the wall in front of us while my mind replayed all those endless nights when my heart felt so heavy I thought I wouldn't make it. "And it never did, right?" he asked calmly but my silence seemed to have given him the answer he needed. The other tattoo wasn't there the last time I had taken my time to trace every part of his body, which was over six years ago. This is no heart or design of any kind, it is a date, 16/04/2018, no design, no color, just plain and bold, so bold it was like he wanted it to be seen even from afar.

The way he used to brush a stray crumb off her lips with his thumb. Kat blinked rapidly, willing the tears to stay back. She hated this. Hated how effortlessly he could unravel her composure. And then Levi’s gaze flicked to the board. “Hey,” he said, his tone lighter, “look at that.” Kat followed his eyes, her stomach sinking as she spotted it. Their picture. The one they’d taken on a whim, laughing like fools, scribbling “Levi + Kat forever” beneath it in bright red marker. “It’s still there,” Levi mused, his voice soft but deliberate.

“Always.” He kissed me then, slow and deep, as if the word had become a vow between us, and in the warmth of his arms I understood that forever did not need to sound grand to be real. Sometimes forever was simply this: his hand holding mine, my name trembling on his breath, and the quiet certainty that no matter how many seasons passed, my heart would still know where it belonged.

right over his heart. "What is that?" I gasped and touched it, half expecting it to be fake. "My tattoo," he said with an unbothered grin. "Please tell me that's not permanent," I begged. "It is." He laughed and pulled his shirt fully open to show the full design. My name in beautiful script, surrounded by subtle wolf imagery. "You can't just ink my name onto your chest and expect the world to fall in line," I protested. "What if you regret it? What if this ends?"

Mary warned. “No look, her tattoo. It’s got an A that works up into a heart. A smaller heart to bring out the point at the bottom. It is said a tattoo normally is a picture but when love is strong the mates letter will form with the emotion that best describes them.” Isabella spoke gently. She pulled down the shirt gently to reveil just that. “She has two heart. Means he loves her more then anything in the world. Even more then the world itself.”

I remember the day i got the call, I was six months pregnant he died in war, he was in the military serving our country. On a particular lonely night when i was almost due, i went alone to a tattoo studio and had a a heart put in the spot he used kiss me. It's a tiny heart, about the size of a thumbprint. It's not fully closed i had it like that on purpose because it's how my heart feels every time i think about him. It just feels like a little hole in it, letting out all the air.

I can see there’s something engraved on it so I bring it closer to my face to read it. “Forever my baby girl,” with a little heart at the end. My heart flutters and I think I’ve forgotten how to breathe. In that moment a realization smacks me in the face like a ton of bricks: I think I’m in love with him. Well, Fuck. I choke down the words that threaten to come out.

As her gaze drops to my bare chest, her eyes sparkle, seeing the tattoo there. Right over my heart, in elegant, bold script, is her name: Selena—tattooed permanently on my skin with a small heart next to it, like a symbol of where she truly belongs. “I can’t believe it… You…” she breathes, fingers stroking the tattoo. “You did this for me?” Her voice trembles with emotion. I take her hand in mine and press a kiss to her fingertips, my eyes fixed on her. “Of course, love. You’re my heart. Now, you’re a part of me forever.”