It Ends With Us Heart Tattoo Novels & Stories

ISABELLA I don't answer him with words. My heart is doing that pounding thing against my ribs. I stand up instead, letting the movements draw his eyes. He follows the movement instantly, rising too. I tug the hem of my shorts just a little higher, exposing more of the tattoo. "This one," I say softly, guiding his fingers back to the infinity symbol. "It was the last one I got." He stares. "Fuck," he mutters. His thumb traces it again. "You marked yourself few... when though?"

I am happy in love. The End.

she commented. He looked up at her. “What?” “The tattoo,” she smiled. “Do you still remember what it stands for?” he asked. “I’m your nymph, which you got from the Greek Mythology nymph Calypso. You got it in that colour because it’s the colour of my eyes, which are your favourite thing about me. You made them loop the y to make a heart because I’m the only one who holds your heart. The paw signifies the pact we made that we would never let any wolf truly rule over us...” she trailed off.

I scanned his chest, the scar emerged from a red heart tattooed in the middle of his chest such that the scar formed a straight line that looked like an arrow piercing through a heart. “Betrayal, a tattoo to reflect exactly how I felt.” He explained as though he could read my mind. “The betrayal by one closest to your heart pierces deeper than any other. I lived everyday planning how to get you back, how to make you realize you are making a mistake, refusing my love wasn’t going to help either of us, this bond…” he said pointing between us. … it is permanent, nothing will take you away from me, you are mine Marcella.”

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

“But I’ll try for you.” “Good,” I said, finishing the bandage. I set the kit aside and leaned into him, careful not to press on his bruises. His arms wrapped around me, and I felt his warmth, his heartbeat steady against me. We kissed again, slower this time, like we were savoring every second. His hand slid up my back, and I traced my fingers over the tattoo on his chest—a wolf’s head inked over his heart. He shivered, his breath hitching. “You like that?” I asked, smirking.

What have I done? “What do you mean, it was a mistake? I thought we were making progress?” I laugh at this. He thinks we were making progress? Fuck no! my eyes wander down to his chest. I see something I didn’t see last night or this morning. A tattoo over his heart. It says P O A M. What does that even mean? I look away and up at his face.

For Vanessa, my mate, who had captured my heart in ways I had never imagined possible. With each stroke of the needle, her name took shape on my chest, a permanent testament to the depth of my feelings for her. Behind it, a fearsome monster emerged, a symbol of the fierce and unyielding love that burned within me. As the tattoo artist put the finishing touches on the design, a sense of completion washed over me, a profound peace settling in my soul. In that moment, I knew my love for Vanessa was not something to be hidden or suppressed—it was a force of nature, unstoppable and undeniable.

Thandi asked, touching the tattoo that was on S’bu’s chest above his heart. It’s permanent, like my love for you, he said charmingly. I was with Tsepo when you did this! Are you crazy? What if we didn’t make up? Thandi asked amazed. It does not matter the circumstances, my love for you is forever, S’bu responded. Thandi blushed, touching S’bu’s chest again. The tattoo on S’bu’s chest was Thandi’s name surrounded by a drawing of a heart. I could have never asked you to do this, Thandi said looking at him.

“Of соurѕе, уоu’rе mіnе forever ѕо I wаnt іt thеrе nеxt to mу heart.” Mу еуеѕ drорреd down tо the vіrgіn сlеаn skin, which remained tattoo-free. I ѕmіlеd thinking оf how my name would be рlасеd bеѕіdе thе mоѕt precious thing to mе. I рrеѕѕеd my lips аgаіnѕt it bеfоrе lowering mу сhееk, resting against іt, hеаrіng hіѕ heartbeat my nаmе.