It Ends With Us Heart Tattoo Novels & Stories

"I LOVE YOU, BABY... HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" After what Katleah had done, he lavished her with kisses again, this time all over her body. Looking down, he was shocked to see his name inscribed on the left side of her breasts. It has a little heart at the start and end of each letter. The words "I heart You, Marco Dela Vega" have been carved into her skin. Surprised, he looked up at his wife. "Babe, did you get a tattoo?" his voice sounded disgusted.

His heart skipped a beat. Driven by a powerful intuition, he quickly inspected it. In the sunlight, the plain silver band glinted beautifully, engraved with two names—Joanna and Henley.

But the next day, he was found dead in his living room. He had finally given up. He left behind a letter and ended his life with the same dangerous combination that nearly killed me—cephalexin and alcohol. When I returned home, the police gave me the envelope. Inside it was a brief note filled with apologies and well wishes. "I'm sorry, Grace. I was wrong. I hope you find happiness. Congratulations on your marriage. If there's a next life, I hope I'll be the one to chase after you." But if there was indeed a next life, I never wanted to meet him again.

I reached out, patting her back gently and rubbing small circles to help her calm down. She looked like someone who had spent years holding up a heavy wall and had finally let it crumble; the exhaustion in her posture was palpable. As she shifted, she slipped off her jacket, and that’s when I saw it. Her shirt lifted just enough to reveal the number 22 tattooed on her skin. Barbara had been right — there was a heart next to it. But looking at it closely now, I saw it wasn't a perfect, romantic heart. It was a broken heart, the edges jagged and separated by a thin line of skin, as if the ink itself were mourning something lost.

“Start with the name, Silver, then add roses.” Joe nods and pulls the stencil sheet closer. “Where do you want it?” I remove my shirt, revealing the bare skin of my chest. “Here, on the left, right where my heart is. So,I can see it every damn day.” "Anything else?" "Write 5/08/25 on my wrist and draw stars around it." "Got it." The first sting of the needle bites into my skin, but I don’t flinch or move. I welcome the pain because it feels like the only thing left that’s real.

Celeste seemed to be confused at the tattoo on my chest. She had been glaring at the few girls and even a guy or two who stared at me when I took my shirt off but now she was staring at the tattoo that was placed close to my heart on my chest. She reached out and gently ran her finger across the ink, sending sparks through my body.

The image of a howling little wolf on a cliff. " My d-daddy has a-a wolf p-picture on his body t-too" the little girl commented and Santiago was beyond happy that they were finally having a conversation. " I know. Do you wanna touch it?" The question caught Louie off guard and he noticed the way she internally battled with herself if she should or shouldn't go ahead with it, but Santiago didn't give her much room to think about her decision before he picked up her tiny hand and placed it on the tattoo. As soon as Louie's cold hand landed on his bicep, she began tracing the drawing with her index finger.

He was convinced that this was all the magic of her intense love. "Undress me, Angel," he told her between his pantings. Angela begin undoing his buttons. A gasp escaped her mouth when she noticed the same tattoo she had. Their wedding date. There was one more right below the date. It was a heart and it had hers and Nigela's name written inside it. The tattoo was squeezed in between his other tatts but were strikingly distinct. It appeared as all his other tattoos revolved around them. As if those were the centerpieces of his world. Angela's eyes watered.

Always us. THE END

I look at him and I feel like I'm going crazy. With a trembling hand, I touch the tattoos on his left hand. I feel hypnotized by them. There are thorns surrounded by roses. The drawing climbs on the cloth to the shoulder and then descends slightly on the back and chest. It's a great drawing. I follow it lightly with my fingers feeling tingling as I walk my finger over the tattoo. Something is written between thorns and roses near the heart. A name. "My Forever Elle". I put my hand to my mouth and sigh. What the fuck is this? Is this a bad joke?