Let Them Tattoo With Heart Novels & Stories

“No way. I can take it. This tattoo is important to me, Alex.” I grin at her response. That’s my Stella—stubborn and determined to the core. She bites her lip, and her grip on my hand tightens as the needle continues its work. I stroke her knuckles with my thumb, hoping to ease some of her discomfort. “Just think about how amazing it’ll look once it’s done.” She grins at me. “I can’t wait.” Minutes later, the artist finishes, and the designs are perfect. On my wrist, the heart has the letter ‘S’ inscribed inside, and on hers, an elegant A.

Never in my wildest dreams could I have even imagined this. I have to admit I was timid and apprehensive about letting her “mark” me, it's really supposed to be the male’s job to mark his female in her culture. But we’re not a traditional couple in that sense. If I bite her, it’s only going to hurt her and then it’ll just heal like nothing happened. So that’s not really an option. Instead, she got a little heart tattoo on her neck with “Ty” in the middle, exactly how I sign my autographs.

he teased Jason's arm. I stood aside blushing as Jason responded "She's the last of her kind". They both laughed. "So, what kinda tattoo do you want? A butterfly? Pokemon? A quote?" "A quote seem pretty nice but I want to make it much more interesting. How about a couples thing? Like a heart and a key. What do you think Bae?" He diverted his eyes to me. "Uh.. Oh.. nice." I was still nervous about getting my body pricked. "Are you okay?" Cartel asked.

Peace, my heart—they’re yours, whole. Sam’s tattoo pulsed, green eyes sweeping—Mara’s smirk, Jasper’s mug, Lila’s crown, pups’ chatter, Kevin’s warmth. “For the pack,” she said, voice firm, rising, staff in hand, Luna’s purr a vow. “No more curses, no more blood.” Lila raised a flower, pups cheering, hazel eyes blazing. “For Sam! For Kevin!” Spark yipped, tail a blur. Stars, Lila—forever bright!

Then her eyes landed on a very small cursive writing on the left side of his chest. She squinted her eyes so she could see it clearly. Then her eyes widened. 'ARIEON' was written on it with little hearts and a small sun. Why would he tattoo my name to his body? Especially on his left chest?, she thought as she looked back at him. He looked so beautiful and innocent while he slept. She couldn't believe she was still in love with him. I'll still love you even if you'll never love me, a tear slipped down her cheek as she traced the tattoo with her fingers.

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.

“I’m not giving you a ordinary tattoo…I’m marking you as mine because I’d definitely kill any guy who tries to hurt you” “Lucien…” “There’s no refusal to this tattoo Natalie” “Where’s it going to be?” “On your thigh”

I can’t allow her to face the same heartbreak as Rieka, especially if that heartbreak leads to her sacriificing her life for those she loves. The brand on my chest starts to burn as these worries swirl within my brain. Jamari gasps, pulling from Levi’s arms as she touches her hand to her chest, over her heart. A frown appears on Levi’s face as he two places a hand over his chest. The burning sensation intensifies, my chest feeling as if a hot poker is being placed upon my flesh. Moving my hand to the side, my eyes lock on the Demon Brand that was tattooed onto my skin. As I watch, the image begins to change, a new figure appearing on the brand.

an excited boy shouted when all of them ran to make a crowd on the left corner and Amelia and Christian just exchanged naughty looks as they stood up. "What is this about?" a girl asked and the tattoo maker replied, "It's for a couple. If both of them will make a tattoo on any part of their body together, they are going to win some cash." "Let's go it," Amelia said excitedly when he replied, "but we don't want cash." "It's fun, Christian," she replied and kissed her lips when they shouted, "We are in." Both of them sits on the seats opposite to each other as the tattoo makers start making the tattoos on their bodies where they told them to.

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.