Name Heartbeat Tattoo Novels & Stories

Scars crisscrossed his torso, each one a story of violence I wasn't sure I wanted to know. But it was the tattoo over his heart that drew my attention. Dark ink etched into his skin, forming words I couldn't quite make out. I squinted, trying to decipher the script. "Bound by blood, sealed in blood." The words sent a chill down my spine, a stark reminder of the dangerous world I had been thrust into.

A smile oozing with derision and venom. As I picked up the papers, all covered in Christopher's shoe marks, my mechanical heart was trembling faster than ever. It should not be trembling like this. My pupils were starting to dilate, and the couple that was leaving me behind became nothing but blurry circles. … A long, long time later, I wiped the blood off the corner of my mouth. As I stared at the papers that read 'artificial heart transplant,' my fingers brushed across the scar on my chest. The one that'd been there for seven years.

’ And immediately, even though, to my surprise, I want him to kiss me, I pressed my palms even harder against his chest before he could kiss me, and whispered, “F-Felix….I have; I need to ask you something.” He paused, but did not look alarmed. My eyes glanced from his deeply piercing silvery grey eyes, before moving back to the tattoos around his chest. Some of them are names, embedded in what looks like my favorite flowers. Right on the one drawn to his left breast, I can see the words, Hazel eyes, drawn intricately into a dahlia bud. My fingers traced the artwork slowly, like it’s a map, before it stops directly on his beating heart. I can feel the organ beat powerfully against my fingers

“It is already doing it.” Silence. She stared at the screen. Then whispered, “So what name does it give us.” That question changed the room again. Even the system seemed to pause. Then the text updated. Slowly. Deliberately. COHERENCE ENTITY DESIGNATION: “A-01/A-02 INTERLOCKED HEART STATE” Silence. Anna blinked slowly. “…interlocked heart state.” Adrian read it silently again. Then said quietly, “That is not standard nomenclature.”

I will go back every time until I meet my mate or even a vampire who is looking for the same kind of love I'm looking for. I put dangly diamond earrings in and two golden bangles on my left wrist. My hair is in a beautiful updo with a few strands framing my face. I apply mascara and red matte lipstick that will last through the night, but nothing else because I don't want to hide too many natural features. I slide my dress on and zip it up in the back before checking myself over. The sweetheart neckline shows just enough cleavage to be sexy but not enough to scream desperation. My tattoo written in cursive across my collarbone is showing. My mom was angry when I got it. Not because I was mar

“ You have a new tattoo? I asked even though I haven’t seen it well that it was my face that was on his back. “ Do you like your face on my back? He asked. “ My face on your back? I asked in surprise and got out of the bed, I walked towards him and I could see that it was my face on his back and tears dripped down my face because no one has ever treated me this special before. Slowly I placed my hand on his back and moved my fingers. I traced the tattoo of my face on his back. Then in the Tattoo, he wrote “ The woman who captured my heart, the love of my life” I smiled in joy and slowly I placed my lips on the tattoo and kissed it.

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.

She asked him in a small voice. “Take all the time you need. Just remember that my heart only beats for you.” He kissed her forehead.

The sensation of her around me, combined with the sting of the tattoo, sends an overwhelming rush of pleasure through me. With each careful stroke of the needle, she traces a new design onto my chest. The symbol, unique and powerful, reflects the merging of our lives. Her concentration is intense, but I can see the love in her eyes, feel it in the way her body moves against mine. This mark isn’t just for the world to see; it’s a testament to us—our bond, our passion, our forever.

I look at him and I feel like I'm going crazy. With a trembling hand, I touch the tattoos on his left hand. I feel hypnotized by them. There are thorns surrounded by roses. The drawing climbs on the cloth to the shoulder and then descends slightly on the back and chest. It's a great drawing. I follow it lightly with my fingers feeling tingling as I walk my finger over the tattoo. Something is written between thorns and roses near the heart. A name. "My Forever Elle". I put my hand to my mouth and sigh. What the fuck is this? Is this a bad joke?