It Ends With Us Heart Tattoo Novels & Stories

After Halle Anderson cheated on me and came back to me, I gave her three chances to cut ties with her lover. She grabbed the opportunity and spent those times with him. They had dinners together, did crafts, and she even spent whole nights with him. After that, she threw everything that was related to her lover away and held my hand again. “Believe me, I’ll never betray you again.” One day, I got into a car accident with an energetic young man. He angrily gave someone a call, and I heard my wife’s best friend’s voice coming through. “Halle, I’m telling you to not go. You’ve used up all three chances. Grant will definitely divorce you if you do so.” Immediately after, I heard Hall

I imagine my darkness must seep through everything I do. She seems to see me differently than anyone else does though. I know I shouldn't love that. It's too dangerous to love that. But I do. Then, I notice it. There's a strange tattoo right over her heart. It's made out of different swirls, plants, and stars. It seems to encompass the most wild and natural parts of the universe. There's something compelling about it. It draws me towards her. “What is that?” I ask. “What is what? she asks, looking puzzled.

I inquired. She shook her head, her focus still fixed on the tattoo-like inscription. "That looks like Russian." "It is," I confirmed, my voice steady. "It means 'Death doesn't end everything'. Just because my Mom is dead, that doesn't mean she is gone from the hearts of people who miss and cherish her. So, whenever you miss your parents, search for them, and you will find them in your heart. Okay?" Anya bobbed her head in understanding, her features brightening with a hint of a smile. "Okay, search for them and I'll find them in my heart," she echoed, her hand instinctively touching her chest as if to physically connect with the sentiment.

She thanked Missi and reached to close the door. Missi turned to leave. She was wearing a dark gray sleeveless shirt, and Leesa found her eyes drawn to a blue tattoo on the back of Missi’s right shoulder. The tattoo was heart-shaped and looked like it was fashioned out of blue flames. The blue fire immediately made Leesa think of Rave. She hadn’t seen him in over a week, which was at least a week too long as far as she was concerned. If she ever got brave enough to get a tattoo, she decided she would get one similar to Missi’s. A heart made out of blue fire would be the perfect symbol if her love for Rave. She smiled as she wondered what kind of tattoo Rave could get to display his love for

At least he had a shirt on that day. Then something caught my eye. On his left pec, near his heart, there was now a tattoo. Unconsciously I stepped forward so I could get a closer, better look at the newly designed tattoo. It was the name 'Baby B' in cursive italics. Under the name were two red roses in the form of an 'x'. My fingers were itching to touch the newly done tattoo but I knew better.

It had moved her. "Only me?" William let out a mocking laugh. "If she only loved me, then why did she run away again when I was at my worst?" "I–" Tina was at a loss for words. I had already been shattered into pieces by grief. "I didn’t run, William. I never ran away. I’ve always been here." He couldn’t hear me. In his rage, he grabbed a box from the ground. It was the one I used to store our photos. There were pictures of us climbing Mount Titancrest and hiking the Stormridge Heights. Everytime we reached a peak, he would pull me close to take a picture. He once said that one day, we would look back and reminisce on all these photos when we were old.

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m offering to make you a meal, all you need to do is shower and get ready. His eyes raked through my body and remained on my lower body, my hips to be precise. “That tattoo, what does it mean?” He stalked closer until he was on the edge of the bed pulling my hips into his view. I didn’t know how to feel with me being bare to him like this, his fingers slightly traced the ink on my left hip. “Is that a heart?” He squinted his eyes at the tattoo, it was a thing me and Tabitha did back in college, we got tattoos and I picked the heart while she did a small butterfly on her wrist. It was not our best ideas.

the girl who I assumed was Brielle whispered back giggling. What fuck? I don’t know who these people think they are talking about, but it better not be me. I’m not kissing anyone else besides Delania and she’ll be the only one to know that my tattoo ends just to the left of my cock. Just like I will be the only one to know about the little pink heart inside the outline of a shamrock on her hip bone. Yeah, I saw that last night and it was sexy as hell.

My heart leaps to my throat because Ashton has my name tattooed in that area, and there's no ink nearby because he says that area is only for those he loves. I'm not aware of what I'm doing when I crawl across the bed until I'm kneeling in front of him. My hands tremble when I touch the edge of the plastic. My mouth opens, and we lock eyes. I already fear it, but... has he done it? I pull off the plastic, which comes out stained with ink, and let it fall to the floor. In the middle of a puddle of ink, my name is written in the same font style as Owen's. He has tattooed my name over his heart.

Katiya ended the line soon after she finished her words. I tightened the string on my wrist to the point that I could taste the familiar pain from it. But that didn’t make me stop, it just made me hungrier for pain. I only stopped when I saw a tint of blood on the rope. My hand, later on, went to my abdomen, feeling and tracing the outline of the vague tattoo behind my shirt. It’s dark and it appears unclear, not showing any proper vision of what it was. It felt like a spiky barb wire had tangled my heart clenching on it hard, leaving only a few spots unscathed. It was painful. Every beat was hard and rough, symbolizing the agony filling my heart.