Heaven Sent Tattoo Novels & Stories

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

Ava asked, her curiosity piqued by the sudden silence. ​"A package for Ryan," Vennessa replied, her fingers pulling the seal. "Let me call you right back, Ava. I want to make sure it doesn't need to be refrigerated or handled carefully before he gets home." ​"Fine, but text me if it's jewelry!" Ava hung up. ​Vennessa carefully peeled the heavy paper, lifting the lid of the box. Inside, resting on a bed of plush,blue velvet, was an exquisite vintage watch.Vennessa’s breath hitched slightly.

“Then why the hell did you dodge the spray the last time I--?” “Sunlight is of nature and the primordial earth. Holy water is a substance of ritual and superstition, the same as your silver stakes and consecrated bullets. Such anointed weapons repel all creatures seen as ‘damned’, even a fallen saint such as myself. If you had a whole baptism font of this stuff, I would most assuredly shrivel away to nothing being plunged into the depths. This little an amount will just burn something fierce however, which is why I entrust it…” He walks up to the headboard and folds the corked bottle right into my palm. “to you.”

Instead, she seemed relieved. The universe has a sense of justice. It gave me a second chance. This time, I would show them what a troublemaker really was. … I had claimed that I needed Eleanor’s help to find supplies as merely an excuse. Why should I be the only one to suffer in this extreme heat? The moment we stepped outside, a wave of heat rushed to meet us. The scorching sensation made our instinct scream for us to turn back and dive into the air-conditioned house. But I knew that I had to go out.

, said Lizzy in a complaining manner. "Haa, we can consider it. Now you go to washroom and become fresh quickly yourself", said Sandy in a little ordering manner. Heaven was thought from years that the letters AC on her birthmark were the initials of her prince charming, her saviour as like the fairy tales which she had eaten many times in her lonely life. Now Heaven was in washroom infront of a mirror. She looked into the birthmark in her chest (above her left breast) and said by patting on that mark, "How l am going to find you?" .

“You’ll be okay soon. Try to relax. It’s okay.” In a daze, I trace my fingertips over the tattoos on his chest, studying them with hazy curiosity. My breathing slows, and my heart rate calming. The sound of the hotel room’s ventilation is a distant hum in my ear, a white noise that helps my mind settle. I tap Thor’s chest tattoo, the one in the shape of a dove over his heart. “What’s this one supposed to mean?” I ask, barely above a whisper. “To honor my mother,” he says. I’m surprised by his honesty.

“Well, when I was in the army I made some real good friends. There’s this one time, I don’t want to go into details, but believe me when I say we went through hell. We brought each other through it, those of us that lived anyway. We got these tattoos,” Tom patted his shoulder, where the tattoo of some strange characters from some language I didn’t know were, he would never tell me “and we promised each other that we would never forget, no matter how much we wanted to. We also promised that, as we’d been through hell, if we ever got that chance to bring each other through heaven, we would.” Tom paused and looked at me with such warmth. I couldn’t remember having been looked at so lovingly bef

She smiled "They were fucking each other what do you not see coming" She gasps as she sees the tattoo well for the first time, the feelings she began to have made her want to be in love with a person that would truly love her and not just a college crush. 'I' was written, followed by a red love shape that seems to be on fire, 'Melissa Harts' was boldly written in roman writing and a little bit tiny date was written below the love. "Is this what love feels like?" Leah caresses the tattoo to see if it was real. "Love feels like heaven" Molly smiled at Melissa.

"Is that what the tattoo is for? Your Mom?" She slowly nods her head and averts her gaze back towards the window, her tattoo peeking out just a smidge above her uniform collar. "For her... and my Dad. Black angel wings usually represent fallen angels. My Mom and Dad? They were my angels." Silence looms over us as I pull into the department parking lot and turn the engine off. "Will you talk to him for me, Crayvin? Just check on him for me, please? I don't want him alone, and you two are close. He probably needs you more than you think right now, even if he isn't ready to admit that to you, yet."

he said, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of mystery. Isaac. The name rolled off his tongue with a certain elegance, adding to the enigmatic aura that surrounded him. Something about him, about Isaac, sparked a curiosity within me, an unspoken desire to unravel the mysteries he carried. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself for the unknown journey ahead. "Alright, Isaac," I said, a note of determination in my voice. "Lead the way." And so, with Isaac by my side, we ventured into the night, our steps merging into a shared path, a chance encounter that would forever change the course of our lives.