Novel & Cerita Intertwined Hearts Tattoo

The guests exchanged silent glances, knowing it was Rob who had initiated the flirtation, and Dorothy had eagerly followed his lead. Pitying, almost sympathetic glances now rained down on me from all directions. As Dorothy's anger boiled over, Rob flashed me a grin. "Dorothy gave me her heart when she was 18. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself. You insisted on waiting until the wedding night. Have you ever stopped to consider how difficult these past few years have been for her, holding back like that?" My laugh grew colder, edged with ice. A flicker of guilt crossed Dorothy's eyes, but it vanished almost as quickly as it appeared, erased by Rob's provocative words.

At least he had a shirt on that day. Then something caught my eye. On his left pec, near his heart, there was now a tattoo. Unconsciously I stepped forward so I could get a closer, better look at the newly designed tattoo. It was the name 'Baby B' in cursive italics. Under the name were two red roses in the form of an 'x'. My fingers were itching to touch the newly done tattoo but I knew better.

Katiya ended the line soon after she finished her words. I tightened the string on my wrist to the point that I could taste the familiar pain from it. But that didn’t make me stop, it just made me hungrier for pain. I only stopped when I saw a tint of blood on the rope. My hand, later on, went to my abdomen, feeling and tracing the outline of the vague tattoo behind my shirt. It’s dark and it appears unclear, not showing any proper vision of what it was. It felt like a spiky barb wire had tangled my heart clenching on it hard, leaving only a few spots unscathed. It was painful. Every beat was hard and rough, symbolizing the agony filling my heart.

I could just hear my heart beat getting louder as I slowly bent down and took a closer look at the ink . It was a simple tribal tattoo of three triangles interlocked into one common point. The triquetra tattoo looked to be darker along the interlocked parts of the triangles. “Where did you get that tattoo done?” I made sure to keep my very as stable as possible as I nonchalantly asked the question that was sending my heart into a frenzy. “It’s a birthmark,” He did not seem to care for much about the answer as he dryly answered while his focus remained on my leg .

“I’m going to find out about them – who they were and why one of their relatives suddenly wants an alliance with me.” Beth smiled again, her eyes radiating warmth and understanding. She reached out and touched Wyatt’s arm gently, her affectionate gesture conveying both love and reassurance. “Okay. But one piece of advice, Wyatt… listen to your heart. Don't let the fear of the past overshadow the potential happiness that awaits you. You’ve been closed off for so long.” A barely imperceptible smile touched the corners of Wyatt’s lips, and he touched Beth’s hand, holding on to it tenderly. “Thank you, Beth,” he whispered, his voice filled with heartfelt appreciation. “Thanks for hearing me out.

Her tongue slipped in my mouth again and she grinded back up while pinning my ass against her thight that was in between my legs. I sighed in the kiss and pulled my shirt off leaving me with the bra I had on and my shorts. I wanted to see more of her. So I held the hem of her shirt and she smirked when she saw what I wanted. She took off her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, so in an instant, her naked boobs were in view. Eyes blinking, my mouth dropped. This was the first time I was seeing her bare chest, so it was also the first time I was seeing the butterfly tattoo on her sternum in full. And it was spectacular with divine colors and shading, but it wasn't what had me hypnotized... What c

It made everything seem better for the both of us. I snuggled into his arms for a moment and we were both quiet. His heart was beating and I wondered if we had a sync. I have heard of a lot of theories where they claimed that two couples made for each other had their hearts beating as one. Who knows, that might just be a possibility between Lucas and I. The silence stretched for a while and I wondered what things were going through his mind. "Lucas, are you awake?" I asked without looking up at him.

he demanded, capturing her fingers in a tight grip. He covered her much smaller hand and forced it to his hair roughened chest. He held her hand tightly for a moment until he was certain she wouldn't take her fingers away when he loosened his hold. Her eyes stayed on his tattoo as she traced the pattern. It was some kind of pagan tattoo, almost Celtic, but in the shape of a four-sided, bladed weapon. It protected his heart. She traced her fingertips over the intricate knots, fascinated by the depth of the work. Her nail accidentally scraped against his flat nipple, drawing a hiss from him. Her eyes flew to his and she nearly snatched her hand back. "Don't stop," he growled from between gritt

I carry my face from his chest slowly and carefully, not to wake him up I roll over and lie on my side. I admire his sinful beauty, if I can just touch it once more. That's right I can touch it, after all he's sleeping. I flatten my palm on his chest and feel each rhythmic movement his chest makes when he breathes. I outline his body with my hands, over the six divisions on his belly to the tattoo on his chest. I remember when he got that, I came back tired from the classes I had and he came into my house grinning like he just won a lottery. He made me close my eyes, trust me I still cheated, opening my eyes slightly to try to take peaks of whatever surprise he was bringing up. When I opened

The man said like a maniac. “You are mine only mine.” The man mounted up from the couch while ranting the same line, brushed away everything from the table making them fall on the floor and scattered in many pieces and increased the messed in the room. He then walked in front of the mirror tore his shirt with a jerk revealing his build-up chest but at the left side of his chest right above the position of the heart, there was a heart-shaped tattoo written ‘JACK LOVE ROSE’ inside the heart. The man caressed the tattoo for a few minutes while adorning it with wet and enraged eyes. “I love you, Rose,” and keep on ranting the same line.