Forever In My Heart Tattoo Novels & Stories

I sighed as I removed my finger on my lip. I describe my tattoo to be a heart, not a love shape. A heart precisely, with a lock at the left ventricle. I described the lock to be the one you see on a door handle, where your key fits in. I added the heart should be in red ink and the lock darkened to create a real image. Then 'Bunny' should be written in calligraphy at the bottom side of the heart. "You know, that would require more lines on your skin, yeah?" the tattooist responded.

“Show you what?” I glared at him. “The tattoo.” He smiled and grabbed the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it. My name. Inked on his chest, over his heart. Permanent. I stepped closer, tracing the edge with my thumb. “You’re insane.” “You love it,” he said quietly. I did. Because it wasn't dramatic; it wasn't a declaration begging for a reply. It was something private, something certain. He pulled me in by my waist. “This place, this life. It's ours now.”

His face never once flinching. After a few more hours, they were finally done and we left. As we walked toward his car, I looked down at his arm and smiled as I saw the tattoo through the plastic. I drew a cute doodle of a muffin and below it, I wrote in cursive: In your heart, I'll live forever. Love, Bella.

"From the day I met you, I'm sure my heartbeat is different for you I don’t believe in love. I can't believe how I feel about you. How many times have I denied, I hid it a few times, but I love you even more. With each tear dripping from your eyes, it was as if my heart was being torn apart little by little. I started to smile at you and this is the beginning of what I thought would last forever. I like your smiles, especially your eyes I know they are shouting at me. In this world, you are the only one who gave me life. Anger and sadness are wrapped in my heart, but you are wrapped in love. You gave me hope to stand up and start even if the substitute was Goodbye. It is considered a sin, bu

"This is the reason we're in this situation in the first place." "I want to see you." I pulled the fabric up and over his head, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest. The firelight played across his skin, turning him golden. My eyes found the tattoo over his heart, my face, rendered in delicate ink. A permanent promise etched into his skin with my name. I pressed my lips to his chest, right over the tattoo, right over his thundering heart. He sucked in a sharp breath as I trailed kisses across his collarbone, along his shoulder, back to the center of his chest.

Her chest heaved, her breasts pushing against the soft knit of her sweater. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt then whipped the thing off over his head. Her eyes widened and he knew she saw the tattoo across his heart. It was an infinity symbol with her name making up one of the curves, angel wings another. He'd had it done one night after he'd left her. Too much tequila and too much self-pity and he had a permanent reminder of what he'd lost. Girlfriends over the years hadn't liked it, but he'd never thought seriously about having it changed. She'd always been his heart and always would be. She pushed up on an elbow and reached up a hand to trace th

He was out wearing a creamy white trouser, which was hanging low on his waist. I opened my eyes and looked at his chest, he had something tattooed over his heart. I traced the tattoo with my finger and gradually broke the kiss to see it. A♥V 15.04 “What's the… meaning of this?” I asked, looking into his eyes. “It's you and me. Remember six years ago I forgot your birthday and you left me.” He said, a sad shadow covered his face and I felt like a knife sliced my heart. “After that time I tattoo you over my heart so I could remember you and your birthday.” He says softly, with a smile.

Memories of biting her there just a few days ago flooded his mind, and he couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of remorse. A beautiful woman with a heartbeat tattoo on her collarbone exudes an air of subtle allure. A small heart was at the end with an open space. The tattoo was small but enough to melt any person to devour her with love. Her collarbone is delicately defined, drawing attention to the intricate tattoo. The design features a lifelike heartbeat line, elegantly rendered in dark ink, mirroring the rhythm of her own heart. The tattoo adds a touch of mystique to her appearance, symbolizing the vitality and passion that reside within her. As her heartbeat flutters beneath the inke

My heart grew bigger in my chest, and I cooed, “You know when you do all of this, I might think you want to spend the rest of your life with me.” He lowered his face and pressed his lips on my cheek. “It might be a slow road to forever, but we'll get there.” “I hope forever has no end.” I flattened my palms on his tattooed pectorals. “It doesn’t, but it's a place where we can be.” “Well, that’s a heck of a long time. I like that.” I peppered his face with light kisses. “I love the house. I love the gesture, and I love you.”

“My heart, my soul, my eternal desire.” Our clothes fell away, discarded remnants of a world that no longer mattered. Skin met skin, heat met heat, and the room filled with the sounds of our shared breaths and whispered endearments. His mark, the crescent and serpent sigil, pulsed with an otherworldly light, a beacon of our unbreakable bond, a promise of forever.