Intertwined Hearts Tattoo Novels & Stories

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

Hate me, hate me, still tryna replace me Chase me, chase me, tell me how you hate me Erase me, 'rase me, wish you never dated me Lies, tell me lies, baby, tell me how you hate me I bet you don't kiss her with your eyes closed I bet you're still walkin' on a tightrope Miss me so much, you've been goin' psycho You ain't gotta say it, baby, I know It's a thin line between all this love and hate And if you switch sides, you're gon' have to claim your place So baby, this time you're gon' have to seal your fate Yeah baby, this time you're gon' have to seal your fate

It was part of the relationship between us. "Yes, it is the very tattoo you always draw. You used to draw it in every single textbook of yours. You went to have that tattoo but you got scared of the needle. So instead of you, I got that tattoo for you. You told me what it meant. It means together, forever." I replied to her unasked question. She gulped hard and I was her eyes moistened up. She leaned in towards my shoulder and pecked my tattoo. It was a broken heart shape that had our initials on and a holy belt that was keeping both parts connected.

’ And immediately, even though, to my surprise, I want him to kiss me, I pressed my palms even harder against his chest before he could kiss me, and whispered, “F-Felix….I have; I need to ask you something.” He paused, but did not look alarmed. My eyes glanced from his deeply piercing silvery grey eyes, before moving back to the tattoos around his chest. Some of them are names, embedded in what looks like my favorite flowers. Right on the one drawn to his left breast, I can see the words, Hazel eyes, drawn intricately into a dahlia bud. My fingers traced the artwork slowly, like it’s a map, before it stops directly on his beating heart. I can feel the organ beat powerfully against my fingers

Sofia could only imagine the pain he must have endured to get such a significant tattoo in that location. Overwhelmed by emotions, she looked up at Leonardo's face. He was watching her intently, biting his lip, and holding his breath, anxiously awaiting her reaction. With her heart pounding, she returned her gaze to the tattoo, tracing her finger gently over the beautifully curved letters of her name. The first 'S' was artfully curved at the bottom, forming a heart, while the last 'A' extended into the shape of a heartbeat. The design was exquisite, and Sofia couldn't help but feel deeply touched by this display of affection.

I resisted the urge to fan myself as my body temperature shot up. Other than bulky muscles, black ink marked his back with various tattoos. My brain had melted the moment I saw his hot, muscular body, so before I could think about it, I took a step in his direction and then a few more until I had a clear view of his tattoos. At a little distance down the neck, there was a tattoo that portrayed eight phases of the moon in a horizontal alignment. On the right side of his back, the anatomy of a wolf heart was tattooed with blood dripping down in drops. A date, 12-08-1994, was etched beneath the wolf's heart.

What we’ll do, I don’t know. I kneel upright, eyes glossing over the neat and intentional tattoos on his back. I take in his muscles and toned back. I have a feeling nothing’s going to feel soft. But back to the tattoos. There’s something written in a foreign language right in the middle of his back—the spinous whatever. Above it is a maze. A figure walks in the path, but there seems to be no way out of the maze. On the side of his ribs: ‘The way to the heart is a path full of thorns’

“You had your initial tattooed on me, yes.” He shook his head and touched the tattoo on her ankle. “No. See, this is the heart. Half of the heart was extended down to form the letter J. Beside it is a butterfly. The body of the butterfly with a dot at the top is the letter I. The top part of the butterfly wing, is actually curved to form the letter N. Didn’t you notice why those lines were thicker than the rest of the lines?” Julianne stared at her ankle, making out the lines of her tattoo.

If Thea manages to lose it somewhere, even then the stone will make its way back to either of us. I now place her palm on my wrist and repeat the procedure. The same tattoo this time the horn appears on the right side and the Angelwing on the left enclosed in a heart shape made by the demon tail. I bring both our palms close to each other and chant the last spell which will mark her as mine. An infinity symbol appears below the tattoo on both our wrists at the same time, bonding us together forever. This bond is for life. It can only be done with the accent of both parties. In our case, she is not in the condition to voice our opinion. I guess even the stone must have known how she feels abo

The design was mine, after all; it wasn’t something common tattoo you’d see. Twin snakes, their tails at my waist, slithering toward the heart at the center of my lower back. Their bodies curled around the edges of the heart, their heads meeting at the perfect angle to shape it. I had it since I was in college, and Austin had seen it plenty of times for him to recognize it at just one glance. If he ever caught a glimpse of his older brother’s phone, I didn’t even want to imagine how it would mess up our plan.