Name Heartbeat Tattoo Novels & Stories

"They stopped suddenly, too, as if he thought we were a...lost cause." Tristan's gaze met hers. "Was there anything else you can recall about the man tonight?" She went to shake her head, but then something flickered to mind. "He had a tattoo on his left pec, over his heart. It was about three inches long." She straightened, making Brady shift his hand to her hip. "I need something to draw on." Ceara stood and went to a shelf, bringing back a pad of paper and pen.

“You had your initial tattooed on me, yes.” He shook his head and touched the tattoo on her ankle. “No. See, this is the heart. Half of the heart was extended down to form the letter J. Beside it is a butterfly. The body of the butterfly with a dot at the top is the letter I. The top part of the butterfly wing, is actually curved to form the letter N. Didn’t you notice why those lines were thicker than the rest of the lines?” Julianne stared at her ankle, making out the lines of her tattoo.

on its snout, it's perfect for Ashton because it's scary, and it's perfect for me because despite its appearance, it spends the day sleeping in the garden sun. Ashton chuckles graciously from his side of the bed and takes off his shirt to put on his pajamas. Then I see it: he has an unmistakable plastic covering those tattoos, it's right over his heart. 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 scanned his chest, the scar emerged from a red heart tattooed in the middle of his chest such that the scar formed a straight line that looked like an arrow piercing through a heart. “Betrayal, a tattoo to reflect exactly how I felt.” He explained as though he could read my mind. “The betrayal by one closest to your heart pierces deeper than any other. I lived everyday planning how to get you back, how to make you realize you are making a mistake, refusing my love wasn’t going to help either of us, this bond…” he said pointing between us. … it is permanent, nothing will take you away from me, you are mine Marcella.”

Fiona was just drowning in her own fantasies. Unconvinced, she stood in front of him. “Do you love me, Silas?” She asked again He knew just how to stop her questions. He leaned in to kiss her, but surprisingly, she stopped him. Fiona placed his hand on her chest. He felt her heart pulsing, beating in a fine rhythm. Symptoms of a healthy heart. “Do you feel it?” She asked, her brows knitted. All he felt was her heartbeat. “Do you feel my love for you?,” She asked again.

All that was there were his serious eyes and perfect face. He leaned in closer and | could smell his breath. It smelled like rain and mint gum. | was breathing heavily now, my heart pounding harder and harder. His eyes were trained solely on my lips, then wandered back to my eyes. His lips brushed lightly against mine and | sucked in a breath, my lips tingling. | suddenly tilted my head sideways and looked away from him. Pushing his body away, | got up hurriedly and stepped out of the ring. "Where are you going?" he asked, climbing down after me.

I sit down hesitantly, afraid of what he's going to say. "Well, the look I had was a shadow, not clear enough to identify the person." Says he. "Yes, but did you find anything relevant?" I add. "Yes, he had a tattoo." He pauses. "What kind of tattoo?" I say, looking at everyone, unable to decipher their reactions. "A bleeding heart on his back." He says. "What?" says I, startled. Because if he means what I think, we are doomed. "We only know one person with that tattoo," said Jasper.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

he said "it depends on the reason for tattoo" I looked at him confusingly he said "it didn't pained because I remembered the face which will ease any pain" I asked "why you did this" he said "you used to love my heart beat while sleeping I missed you that day you left so I want your name atleast to listen my heartbeat" who said I used to love it I still love your heartbeat because it beats for me infact you are my heartbeat I don't know that tears are coming from my eyes untill he wiped them I seen towards him he smiled and sealed my lips but he is too gentle like past he is kissing so lightly in order to not to hurt me

I was seeing his entire tattoo. For the first time. I lowered my hand, staring at it. It was the picture of a large wolf, its head resting over his right pectoral region and his heart. There were breathtaking swirls and designs made around the wolf's head reaching up to his shoulders and part of his right forearm. The ink of the tattoo looked so dark against his skin it was almost like looking at an actual mind-blowing artwork. Beneath the design his chest looked hard and sturdy and. . .