Novel & Cerita It Ends With Us Heart Tattoo

Chapter 13 “No, it doesn’t have to be forever, just as long as I’m the name on your tattooed heart,” - Tattooed Heart by Ariana Grande We got my papers signed as a nurse checked Caleb out and tried to be seductive with him. Caleb didn't really realize what was happening around him as he signed my papers, took my bag and wrapped his arm around my waist. We walked to the exit together and got into Caleb's BMW. As I got into the passenger seat, I leaned my forehead against the cold window and sighed softly. He got in and started the car. "It won't be that bad." He said, reaching over to grasp my hand.

I'm not feeling any pain, but my heart is just beating faster than usual and I know why. I shut my eyes and bite my lower lips then pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. How can someone be so hot!" I muttered to myself. I'm not even sure I'd be able to show my face in front of him again after what I saw. I felt this urge to hug him but I'm fuckin going crazy. I did also notice that he has a black heart tattoo on his chest. I looked down at the jacket I'm holding then I smiled and hugged it tight.

he asks and I shakemy head no. This time he does take his shirt off, I guess there's some stripping after all, once his shirt was off, showing off a tanned body with tattoo covering most of his hands and shoulder, but the one that got my full attention is my name in full black ink right on top of his heart.

With our hearts full, our baby safe, and the future wide open. The End. 💙

Jax POV We sit in silence as time passes, and finally, Cole steps back. I glance in the mirror. There, over my heart, is a tattoo of her lips in the bright red she always wears. “Dhalia” is written above them, and “Blake” below. It’s perfect. I watch as Chase tells Cole to add Blake’s name to his tattoo as well. In Blake’s mind, we’ll all have the same tattoo when we show her tomorrow. He has no clue about this.

There was a tattoo over his heart. I noticed it as my eyes finally — finally — began to climb back up. Some kind of writing, dark ink against his skin, lettering I couldn't make out at this distance and in this light but that gave the impression of something deliberate. Something he had chosen carefully and placed precisely. A line of script over his actual heart.

A small difference in his skin texture, right above his fast-beating heart, and my eyes involuntarily went there. And when I saw it, a small gasp escaped from my lips. There was a tattoo on his chest, right on top of his heart. It stood there, like a declaration, silent, but hard to miss. Astrid... The name was tattooed beautifully on his clear and pale skin....Astrid... Astrid.. I whispered, over and over, until my eyes teared up. To have tattooed her name, my name there, right where his heartbeat was, as if declaring her, me, as his very heart, the devotion and the love was unquestionable, right?

My heart won’t allow it I look into the mirror and get a crazy idea throw on my jacket grab my keys and head out the door informing my father I will meet everyone at the funeral knowing deep down I won’t be there I will never say goodbye to my love and my child, never! Walking into the tattoo shop I can’t help but to look around at all the art work and tattoos plastered all over the walls, amazing! “Thanks, how can I help you”? I hear snapping me back to reality umm I need a tattoo, two of them actually I tell the man with big arms and amazing art work all over his body. “ what did you have in mind”? Umm you see….. I proceeded to tell him the whole story than told him to freestyle two pieces

"You know what? I like this tattoo, thank you for loving me so much." "Hmm." She slept next to him on the bed and they looked at each other, lovingly. The Happy Ending!

Dabbing over the wound of the Ryuu made the guy clutch his hand into a tight fist hissing and bitting over the cloth on his mouth. The heart tattoo on his wrist with the wings on it in the middle has the initial of R and K. With the arrow bottom going in and out of the heart. "He was the sinner not like you must be worst than you" Takeshi mumbles applying the cream carefully over the corner, placing the cotton over it at the end warping the white bandage around his wound. Ryuu turns his gaze at the boy who has his head bending down rolling the bandage on his wrist. He really can't say or make out what he is really saying as the voice starts to go far and far in the distance.