Intertwined Hearts Tattoo Novels & Stories

Sure it had something to do with business. "How have you been?" I directed the question to Bryan. Something flickered in his eyes for a moment. It seemed the question had made him recollect himself. Bryan and I might share something unique in common, but we weren't exactly alike. I liked women, he knew it. And with Isla, everything was changing in such a pace that I couldn't believe. It was unlike what I had ever felt for anyone. It wasn't just a random feeling, it felt like my heart had been tied to hers—Entangled. That was why despite how wrong I felt it was to be fucking Mason and Olivia's little princess, it still felt so right and so fucking good.

she gives me air kisses and leaves. I sigh, a huge smile on my face, I look at the papers again and it brings joy to my heart but not as much as those flowers, I stare at the petals, my fingers brushing through them softly,my heart pulled in two different directions, softened by the memory of Matteo but heavy with Dexter's growing presence in my life. How can I possibly be in love with two brothers? My heart strings pulled in two different directions, my smile fades. **************** I pack up my bag and laptop when I hear a little knock on my door, I look up and see Dexter and my heart increases in pace, excitedly.

There, stark against his skin, was a tattoo. A complex, intricate design of two family crests intertwined—the Moretti lion and the Castellano eagle, forever wrapped around each other. He got it on our wedding day. He said it represented the eternal alliance of our families, and our eternal vows to each other. “Aurora,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Do you remember this tattoo?” The cold night wind blew past, whipping a strand of hair across my face. I looked at the tattoo in silence. After a long moment, I reached out.

She said she worked with girl that had tattoos and how much longer they had to stay in the makeup chairs to cover them for a shoot, so she held off. The tattoo was of two unicorns, a male and a female, necks entwined while they nuzzled each other. The artist was the best she could find, and the colors were vibrant, the details painstaking. It was beautiful and I told her so, promising to kiss it when it healed more.

The bond exploded, silver and gold intertwining in blinding light, sealing us eternally. Tattoos bloomed across her skin…. her small red full moon on her breast glowed crimson, extending in golden branches with silver petals across her torso, her arms… her whole body, beautiful and ancient. My crescent moon on my right shoulder shone silver, Kieran's on his left mirroring it, linking us forever.

She looked ruined. And she couldn’t stop. The next morning she returned to the tattoo shop once again. The old artist didn’t even ask questions this time. She simply nodded and prepared her station. “The heart piece,” Aria said, voice husky. “I want something that ties them all together.” The artist chose a stunning, dark design — a blooming obsidian rose with thorny vines that would sit right above her heart, with tendrils reaching toward her breasts and down toward her pussy like living roots.

Lia said as she showed her necklace. The necklace came in pairs, and it was with sensors that could sense the heartbeats and you can feel the other person's heartbeat through it. Andreas pressed the gem, and he could feel his mates heartbeat through the vibration. He was amazed by this unique gift. "This way, I would feel less lonely when you are not with me. " Lia said." You have no idea what you mean to me. I love you so much that it scares me. " Lia had tears in her eyes.

The sight made my stomach turn, but I forced myself to look away. Ava yanked her hand back, wiping it on her jeans. “Ew. Gross. I already have a mate, stalker boy—you should know that since you were eavesdropping.” She winked at me. “And for the record? I’m rooting for you two, Maeve.” Carter clapped his hands once“Well, now that the awkward introductions are done and over with, can someone please tell me what the hell this ‘Lunar-whatever’ trip is?”

Because if I looked—if I saw—I’d fall harder than I could ever afford to. But right now? I’m looking. And I fucking hate that I can’t look away. His body is a masterpiece of power. Carved abs. Broad shoulders. Veins on his arms like he’s always halfway to bursting. And his chest—God help me—his chest glistens like he walked out of some ad for sin itself. And then— Then I see it. That fucking tattoo. A lion’s head, snarling right in the center of his chest. Its mouth open like it’s about to roar. Eagle wings stretch from both sides, curling around his collarbones like a crown of chaos.

I grasped the back of Drac’s head and fused our mouths together as he slowly started to move. I didn’t know if I could last much longer. I tightened my core, ready to explode, when Drac stopped. Whimpering, I tried to force him to move. He refused to budge. He waited as he just kissed me slowly and then moved even slower. I groaned and drove my hips up to meet him. I started to spasm as he sped up his thrust. He contained my whimpers with his mouth as he started to slam even harder into me. My left hand fisted into his hair, as my right clawed at his back, and my legs wrapped around his waist. A moment later I saw the fourth of July as Drac and I came together. Our bodies were fused as one a