Novel & Cerita It Ends With Us Heart Tattoo

🥹💖 Until the next sigh and skip of the heartbeat! —BATINO

Family, love, and happiness… THE END

“I know everything, princess. I know you miss them. So we will be flying back soon to meet our second family.” “Thankyou,” She whispered and rested her head on my chest. As we settled into the silence, she asked, “What does it mean?” I looked down to see her fingers tracing the Italian script I’d tattooed. Al cuore non si comanda. “The heart is not commanded.” Cupping her face, I added, “And, you princess took it even before I realised what I needed or wanted.” . THE END.... or not... who am I kidding, you already know...

malakas na utos ni Urusula sa itim na usok. Ngumisi ang mukha ng itim na usok pagkatapos ay bigla na lamang sumugod sa amin. Ngunit hindi man lang nakalapit sa amin ang usok dahil tila may hindi nakikita na barrier ang humarang sa usok. Napasigaw ang usok na tila ba nasakatan ito kahit na isa lamang itong usok. Nang muling sumugod sa amin ang usok ay magkahawak ang mga kamay na itinaas namin ang aming mga kamay at itinapat sa mukha ng usok. Biglana lamang may lumabas na kulay sky blue sa aming mga noo na galing s amoon tattoo pagkatapos ay itinaboy ang itim na usok. Natalo ang usok at bumalik kay Urusula na siyang may gawa ng kapangyarihang itil na iyon.

He smiles, cupping my face gently in his hands, "My heart, my soul, my everything belongs to you... but today, I want to honor our love. I want the world to see that whose name is written on my heart." Grabbing my hand, he places it over his heart, and my eyes follow his movement. When I spread my fingers over his heart, I get a glimpse of something. Slowly, pulling back my hand, I see my name tattooed over his chest, just above his heart. Tears fill my eyes as I gently trace my name letters. My heart overflows with emotions when I tear my eyes away from my name to meet his gaze. I want to tell him how much I love him and how it is me who is fortunate to have him in my life. But words refuse

I placed the papers on the table, neat and tidy. I was going to leave a message for her, but I did not go through with it. Instead, I said it in my mind, 'Hey honey, this is the last time I'm calling you that, I guess. I spent ten years in love with you. It's really hard doing that, I know, but I'm giving up anyway. Congratulations, to both you and me.' I grabbed my suitcase. The moment the countdown was over, I put my hand on the doorknob.

She reached for his hand and held it one last time. “Thank you,” she said. “For showing me love doesn’t have to be painful.” He smiled, small and sad. “And thank you for showing me what real heartbreak feels like.” Atlas watched from across the street. He didn’t walk up. Didn’t knock. He simply stood there, rain falling around him again, as Lily turned off the lights inside and leaned against the glass… Eyes closed, chest rising and falling. They were both there. Close. But not quite together.

Strange tattoo but I felt a urge to trail my fingers on it and nibble on the heart tattoo. I let my fingers move to his chest and when I touched it his breathing turned labored. I took it further pressing my lips to his tattoo mark, licking and bite a bit and he whipped his head backwards.“No more heart break. Yours is broken but mine is strong enough for us both.” I say to his mark like I was conversing to a real human. “Fuck! I can't hold on any longer please let me get inside of you or else I'll run crazy.” he spoke hoarsely.

I had gotten it two days after I left the Council territory. I was flashing it to her the whole day, thus the reason I was bare-chested while working, but my wicked mate ignored it until tonight. She was brushing, smoothing her fingers along the letters of my tattoo without taking her eyes off me. “Is this for me?” She asked, and her humming stopped as she bit her bottom lip. “I only have one heart, which belongs to the wildheart standing before me.”

The sensation of her around me, combined with the sting of the tattoo, sends an overwhelming rush of pleasure through me. With each careful stroke of the needle, she traces a new design onto my chest. The symbol, unique and powerful, reflects the merging of our lives. Her concentration is intense, but I can see the love in her eyes, feel it in the way her body moves against mine. This mark isn’t just for the world to see; it’s a testament to us—our bond, our passion, our forever.