It Ends With Us Heart Tattoo Novels & Stories

“I had a couple of ideas. The first was on your neck where Tana’s mark is, but that’s a Lycan mark and I’m not Lycan. I thought about over your heart, like yours is on me, but that’s a dragon’s mark and I’m not a dragon. So, I was thinking about putting it at the base of your neck where your shoulders and your neck meet. What do you think?” “I like that idea,” she says. “Now, what is it that you’re going to mark me with? You said it’s a tattoo?” “Yes. It’s a variation of a celtic knot. It means love and infinity, which represents my love for you. I will love you forever, until the end of time,” I say, stroking her hair away from her face when she lifts her head to look at me. “Everett, that’

Just for each other. *The End.*

Love and family. THE END

I pulled off the bandages around my chest, and tossed them on the floor beside us. “And this,” I said, taking her hand and pressing it to the tattoo above my heart. “I got done when I received your last letter.” I looked at her as she traced the script softly with her fingers, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Ti rincorrerò Fino alla fine dei giorni Fino ai nostri ultimi domani Sarò per sempre tuo Mia vita. Mia regina. Mio Amore. Mia Allegra. “Ace…” She breathed as a sad smile crept up on her face.

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Oh, he’s going to pay, Ryan. Oh, he will pay,” she muttered. “Now, to the only tattoo that doesn’t have a physical scar behind it. You asked me to tell you everything, so here goes nothing,” Ryan said. Scarlet furrowed her brows. “Which one doesn’t have a scar?” “The pretty face on my chest,” Ryan replied, pointing at the tattoo of a girl placed directly over his heart. “Who is she?” Scarlet asked softly.

Gives me orgasms that destroy me and I have to admit the whole tying me up thing… it's hot. Hotty… my hotty… “What does cuore even mean?” I huffed. “My heart.” He unwrapped my arms and held my hands against his chest where his heart is. “Which is why your name is tattooed there.” “Why do we have to go at lightening speed?” I basically barked at him. “Because it's right. Because we are meant to be. Have we had a single argument?” "No, because its always me arguing with you and you not arguing back. So it's not an actual argument."

My face heated up instantly. I looked away for half a second, but of course my eyes betrayed me and went right back. That was when I noticed the tattoo. It was on the left side of his chest, close to his heart. Black ink, clean lines, bold letters. It looked like Latin or something old and important. I had no idea what it meant, but the way it sat there—right over the place where his heartbeat was—it felt… private. Like it wasn’t just a tattoo but a memory someone had carved into him.

"They stopped suddenly, too, as if he thought we were a...lost cause." Tristan's gaze met hers. "Was there anything else you can recall about the man tonight?" She went to shake her head, but then something flickered to mind. "He had a tattoo on his left pec, over his heart. It was about three inches long." She straightened, making Brady shift his hand to her hip. "I need something to draw on." Ceara stood and went to a shelf, bringing back a pad of paper and pen.

“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.

“...and I will always love you for as long as a scar stays.” THE END