Love Life Infinity Feather Tattoo Novels & Stories

Her voice was so cold I could feel the sharp daggers her anger was whetting, ready to pierce Colibri’s heart. “H… how do you know you will have the right person, Viviana?” She chuckled menacingly, glaring at the fire. “I might not know what he looks like, but one look at his bare skin, I will know it’s him. My dad was pretty descriptive in his journal entries. Colibri has a heart-shaped birthmark on his hip. Dad said it’s like how big his heart was. He also had the tattoo ‘a vida é Bela’ with a small mockingbird above it on his left chest; it symbolizes the life his mother gave him. And that tattoo on his right arm, a serpent wrapped around a woman’s naked body. That’s the tattoo I thought I

If Thea manages to lose it somewhere, even then the stone will make its way back to either of us. I now place her palm on my wrist and repeat the procedure. The same tattoo this time the horn appears on the right side and the Angelwing on the left enclosed in a heart shape made by the demon tail. I bring both our palms close to each other and chant the last spell which will mark her as mine. An infinity symbol appears below the tattoo on both our wrists at the same time, bonding us together forever. This bond is for life. It can only be done with the accent of both parties. In our case, she is not in the condition to voice our opinion. I guess even the stone must have known how she feels abo

The water hits my back at just the right temperature and I move my hand over my back but then I move my hand to my wrist. I look at it with a sad smile on my face when I see the tattoo I'd gotten. It is an infinity tatoo , in the infinity are two butterflies on either side each one representing the each family member I lost . And the only one I had well that was until my uncle and aunt lived with me in ghe mansion and treated me like their own.

- “You fell in love by chance, but you're here today because the Goddess knew what she did when she put the two of you in each other’s path. You both chose each other without the other knowing and without the knowledge that the Goddess already planned for the two of you to be.” -Wow, your eyes are so blue! You’re Blue!- -That’s not my name, you know. It’s Kira!- -No, you’re Blue. you’ll always be my Blue- “Every day, as you look down, you will see this blessing - a tattoo, a physical brand I have personally blessed you with. It will remind you, again and again, over and over, of your promise to your loved one. Every time you take hands, you will see the physical manifestation of this bond, a

his voice dropped lower, heavy with hurt. Before she could say anything, he lifted his sleeve, revealing a tattoo on his arm. It was the one with a woman’s face, half-hidden behind a rose. “The rose is for my best friend,” he said quietly. “Isabella. And the woman is my mother. They both loved roses, always spending time together in the garden.” he chuckled darkly, the sound sharp and empty. Then he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his other tattoos. He pointed at where the word Little Bird was inked in elegant cursive. “This one’s for you, my love.”

Joelle "So where does this leave us?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty, as I took slow sips from my cup of coffee. "I don’t know," I replied, the words slipping out hastily, carrying the weight of my own confusion. "Us." The word echoed in my mind, carrying a weight that stretched far beyond its simple letters. Could there truly be an "us"? The past weeks had woven a tapestry of emotions, where he had become a haven, a sanctuary in the midst of my chaos. Each visit to him had turned into a lifeline, a respite from the challenges of reality. But was he more than that? Or was he merely that, an escape, a temporary refuge from my troubles? I felt butterflies in my stomach ever

I whispered. Tristan was quiet for a long moment. “Neither did I,” he said. The silence returned, but again, it wasn’t hollow. When she finished, Demi handed me a smaller mirror. The butterfly sat right above my shoulder blade, wings open and reaching upward. The initials that were nestled in the center were almost delicate, like a whisper. A quiet tribute to a soul that never took a breath but would always live inside me. “It’s perfect,” I whispered. Tristan leaned closer, brushing a kiss just below the tattoo. “They would’ve been perfect, too.”

Brooke nodded, "and after that let's go get a tattoo." I frowned at her, "before graduation, let's get them after so they won't bother us." Brooke shook her head, "no we are getting infinity tattoos right here, they will be tiny." I looked to where she was pointing at wondering if that fleshy skin between the thumb and pointer finger would hurt. "I guess if you say so. I mean it shouldn't be that bad."

I took a deep breath and said, "Barry, you know I was heartbroken when Mark left me and was about to end my life when you saved me. You mended my broken heart and now you want to break it again. This time no one will be able to mend it. Barry...." I took his face in my palms and continued looking straight into his eyes, "It doesn't matter to me that you are a vampire and I am a human. You are immortal and I am not. I just want to be with you no matter how long. I want to grow old and die but only when you are here with me. This life means nothing to me if you are not in it. Barry, I love you and I only know this and I can't live without you. Barry, please don't leave me." Tears were rolling

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”