Love Life Infinity Feather Tattoo Novels & Stories

Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum. “What does it mean?” She asks curiously. My breath hitches at the feel of her warm fingers, making my voice sound husky when I respond. “It says, “Who wants to live forever?” She chuckles as she considers my morbid message. Before she can ask me another question, I take a deep breath and place my hand over hers. “Do you have any?” Sage smiles shyly as she sits up on the bed to lift her shirt’s hem, showing me the small tattoo decorating her hip. It’s a heart with rose thorns wrapped around it. My breath hitches at the sight of her firm stomach and concave belly button and the way her skin glows like a shining pearl in the moonlight. Biting back a groan, I run

He was carved from absolute perfection and all fucking mine which was something that I was very smug about. A new tattoo caught my eye, causing me to smile. “When did you get that?” I asked, my eyes tracing the infinity symbol over his ribs that was created from a replica of Tyre and Faye. “When you were talking with Grandma this morning. I got the idea from your ring, and the decorations you created last night decided the design,” he explained. “I love it.” My smile widened with his explanation. I leaned down and kissed it because it was a precious gift. Our love was forever etched onto his skin.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

He also said that there is a surprise waiting for us tomorrow. Darkness had fallen all over the forest and the sound of crickets echoed around the trees. A small breeze flew, tingling my skin. I looked down to see goosebumps rise on my arms and thighs. Yes, you heard that right. My thighs are bare. I also took the effort to put on makeup today and look good. My face was glowing and I felt like my heart was glowing too. Allu was ecstatic about getting her new tattoo. A small feather tattoo on her wrist. When I asked her the meaning, she had given me a sad smile before saying that she was fragile as a feather too. It baffled me how a strong person like her could be fragile.

She has wide, bow-shaped lips, a small straight nose, and tattoos on both arms and hands of smoke that starts between her knuckles and swirls up and around her arms. He knows it flows up to and around her shoulders, meeting up with a back tattoo of a phoenix with some flowers, creating an intricate backdrop for the bird. The flowers have the names of those she's lost along the way hidden in their stamens and petals. She cups Kai’s cheek and he sighs, leaning into her touch,

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

Her gaze glazed into emptiness, he passed his hand over them, closing them eternally. His heartbeat was out of rhythm, and a knot formed in his throat. The rain intensified around him, and he saw the water turning red with his mother's blood. With trembling hands he held the inert body in his arms, and the promise he had just made echoed in his mind. "I cannot see her married to my best friend.... Not when she holds, like a hostage, my heart," he whispered into the thick, dark night. He could never break his promise.

he thundered. I ripped my sleeve, exposing my upper arm, where my paired mark, vines of infinity, rested like a banded tattoo. It’s a genetic magic attachment. Any creature looking at the weaved vines of infinity knows who that mate belongs to if they have met the person before. The arsehole squinted, and then a sly grin crept over his wolfish lips. I was confused at his reaction. I then realised he wouldn’t be able to see my fated mark because my mate is… gone.

All the repression from the beginning to the moment turned into tears that spilled, less than a few minutes were wet all over my face. I stared at myself in the mirror. The premature makeup was tangled with tears, even I didn't know that the person with that ruffled appearance was me. I held out my hand to touch the mirror that reflected my own reflection, and another tear came down. The ring he wears on his little finger, represents marriage and love, is his brand with someone I don't know, is also the link of his life and... her. Someone outside of me! Fate is taken care of itself, you can't wait for me. Whether it was a long time ago or now, we missed ourselves like this again.