Tattoo For Lost Love Novels & Stories

He picked up the paper towel and wiped the tattoo one last time, cleaning away the blood and the sweat. "Look," he whispered. I forced my heavy eyelids open. I looked down at my thigh. There, stark black against my pale skin, right at the top where the leg met the groin, was a small, elegant 'L'. "L," I breathed. "For Luca." "For Life," he corrected softly. "For Love, for Lust. Take your pick." He applied a thin layer of ointment to the fresh wound, his touch surprisingly tender now that the violence was over. He taped a clear bandage over it. "It will burn for a few days," he said, He kissed me. "Go look in the mirror," he said.

Below it, I wore faded denim shorts that showed off my long, dusky skinned legs paired with a fashionable pair of black heeled boots that went just above the ankle. So the spreading, navy blue tattoo was clearly visible for the world to see and it formed a tribal tattoo exactly identical to the one Chester had on his chest !! “That’s the mark of my father’s clan,” he revealed. “It is said that only true lovers are able to get exactly identical tattoos which is the rarest of rare case, believe me, specially if the lover is not from the same clan,” he elucidated. “This mark will always protect you and give you my part of the courage and energy if you ever need it when I am not with you. It is

For Vanessa, my mate, who had captured my heart in ways I had never imagined possible. With each stroke of the needle, her name took shape on my chest, a permanent testament to the depth of my feelings for her. Behind it, a fearsome monster emerged, a symbol of the fierce and unyielding love that burned within me. As the tattoo artist put the finishing touches on the design, a sense of completion washed over me, a profound peace settling in my soul. In that moment, I knew my love for Vanessa was not something to be hidden or suppressed—it was a force of nature, unstoppable and undeniable.

It was part of the relationship between us. "Yes, it is the very tattoo you always draw. You used to draw it in every single textbook of yours. You went to have that tattoo but you got scared of the needle. So instead of you, I got that tattoo for you. You told me what it meant. It means together, forever." I replied to her unasked question. She gulped hard and I was her eyes moistened up. She leaned in towards my shoulder and pecked my tattoo. It was a broken heart shape that had our initials on and a holy belt that was keeping both parts connected.

Below it, I wore faded denim shorts that showed off my long, dusky skinned legs paired with a fashionable pair of black heeled boots that went just above the ankle. So the spreading, navy blue tattoo was clearly visible for the world to see and it formed a tribal tattoo exactly identical to the one Chester had on his chest !! “That’s the mark of my father’s clan,” he revealed. “It is said that only true lovers are able to get exactly identical tattoos which is the rarest of rare case, believe me, specially if the lover is not from the same clan,” he elucidated. “This mark will always protect you and give you my part of the courage and energy if you ever need it when I am not with you. It is

“The tattoo on your back, it's in Latin, what does it mean? I could still recall how I got the tattoo. It was the evening of my seventeenth birthday. Theodore and I had just fought for the fifth time that week and I left the house in a hurry. I went to Ricky’s office to cool down and barged into his office. He was getting a new tattoo and just like that, I decided to get one. I turned my back towards her. “Amor matris numquam moritur,” I muttered. “A mother’s love never dies.” Visnne traced my tattoo with my fingers. “It's beautiful.” I turned towards her. “You are beautiful.” “I want to know all about you, Vianne. Tell me every single detail about you,” I said. “Fine,” She muttered. She beg

stood out, etched permanently into his flesh. The tattoo held a special significance for Neil, representing someone or something that had deeply impacted his life. Its presence served as a constant reminder of a past love or a profound connection that had left an indelible mark on his heart. He started running his finger over that area and closed his eyes immediately as he wanted to relive those memories again.

He shouted as I walked away, "Fine, I had a slight thing for her. I was under so much stress starting my company, and you were busy with school, not around all the time. But believe me, you're the one I love most. Even when I misunderstood you, I never wanted to break up. I was going to propose after graduation." "Enough!" I cut in. "Don't you get it? The moment your heart strayed, we were done. You're just easing your guilt now. Even without her, there'd be others. If we got married, it'd only end in divorce because of your cheap character." ... Shawn choked out, "I'm sorry, Scarlett." Pain took hold of him. He couldn't say more. I faced him one last time. "I loved you once and gave you eve

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

] It wasn't a question. [Alex...] [Don't.] He turned away, his shoulder tense.[ Just don't, Lucia.] It hurt her deeply when he pulled away, not letting her touch his arm, and in that moment, her heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. [I love you,] she had said but he hadn't said it back then. He just kissed her forehead which had deep meaning before she got into Santiago's car. She hated Diego for coming between them. She pushed the mango around her plate then suddenly her phone buzzed.