Name Heartbeat Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Do you like it?” Her eyes shimmered. “It’s amazing.” She glanced down at her foot. “It’s exactly like mine.” “Of course. Tig did it to match.” She traced the tattoo carefully, examining the one placed over my heart—Lena’s name scripted beautifully. Beneath it was a smaller version of the same feather design she had on her foot.

I picked up the medical file, which was covered in Bryan’s footprints. The mechanical heart suddenly shuddered with a tremor that did not belong to it. My pupils dilated as their receding figures blurred into the distance. Much later, I wiped the blood trickling from my lips and stared at the words “Artificial Heart Replacement.” My fingers traced the scar that had marked my chest for seven years. Bryan still did not know that the heart beating within his chest was mine. Seven years ago, we were unable to find a suitable heart in time, and Bryan’s body grew weaker day by day.

A small difference in his skin texture, right above his fast-beating heart, and my eyes involuntarily went there. And when I saw it, a small gasp escaped from my lips. There was a tattoo on his chest, right on top of his heart. It stood there, like a declaration, silent, but hard to miss. Astrid... The name was tattooed beautifully on his clear and pale skin....Astrid... Astrid.. I whispered, over and over, until my eyes teared up. To have tattooed her name, my name there, right where his heartbeat was, as if declaring her, me, as his very heart, the devotion and the love was unquestionable, right?

"Yep. But why is there a bandage on your shoulder?" He grinned. "I didn't think it was fair for you to get pierced without me having something painful done. So I got this." He peeled back the bandage to show her the tattoo. Clearly visible, even with the skin around it an angry pink, was a red and black Celtic knot in the shape of a heart.

I could just hear my heart beat getting louder as I slowly bent down and took a closer look at the ink . It was a simple tribal tattoo of three triangles interlocked into one common point. The triquetra tattoo looked to be darker along the interlocked parts of the triangles. “Where did you get that tattoo done?” I made sure to keep my very as stable as possible as I nonchalantly asked the question that was sending my heart into a frenzy. “It’s a birthmark,” He did not seem to care for much about the answer as he dryly answered while his focus remained on my leg .

I don't think I'd ever get the opportunity to have him this close to me if he ever found out what I was up to. "You look pretty, Skylar," For the first time in weeks, he said my name, and it hit a spot it shouldn't have. I felt my heartbeat pick up an unusually fast pace as we stared into each other's eyes. Why was my heart beating this way? These were dangerous heartbeats. I shouldn't be loving Alfredo Miller again, but here I was, totally smitten by him. I forced myself to believe that I didn't love him because I was mad at him, but the truth was I never stopped loving him. All those years, it was there somewhere hidden in my heart, waiting for the right time to sprout again.

But I always wondered what Jay would think of it. "I bet it is." I smiled. He liked it. Which meant he also liked my writing. That was a big deal for me. I realized that he was shirtless and my eyes fell on his chest. He had grown more muscular, his chest more defined, his shoulders more broad. I had always found the flat planes of his hard chest very hot. But what had my attention was the tattoo on his left pec, right over his heart. It was the Serch Bythol symbol.

Jax POV We sit in silence as time passes, and finally, Cole steps back. I glance in the mirror. There, over my heart, is a tattoo of her lips in the bright red she always wears. “Dhalia” is written above them, and “Blake” below. It’s perfect. I watch as Chase tells Cole to add Blake’s name to his tattoo as well. In Blake’s mind, we’ll all have the same tattoo when we show her tomorrow. He has no clue about this.

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

It left the Mark exposed. ​Wendy stood back, her hands clasped over her mouth, her eyes wide. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to. The silver-blue light pulsing on the back of my right hand cast a faint, ghostly illumination against the dark leather. ​It wasn’t just a tattoo. It was a heartbeat. ​Every time Ares’s heart beat in the other room, the Mark flared. Every time I took a breath, the silver lines seemed to writhe and settle.