Traditional Crying Heart Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

He asked in surprise. "I mean, I will only be gentle doing these to the one I love, so, "So, you won't be gentle towards me?! " he asked with narrowed eyes. Before I could answer, he punched me in the face because I have a permanent fist tattoo on my face... ***

I didn't have a salary, talkless of money, to buy a heart. My head…my head's spinning, I can't breathe, I need

His hand cupped her cheek, the blue glow of his tattoo flaring, the mind-link strengthening—heartbeats syncing, guilt flowing out, love crashing in. Alya's amber eyes softened, emotions shifting: fears easing like mist under sun, love deepening as she leaned in. "A mentor... not a friend," she murmured, voice breaking with relief, pulling him into an embrace, their tattoos pulsing in harmony, silver and blue intertwining like the stars above. "The bond strengthens— I see you, Kael. All of you." The mind-link hummed, sharing heartbeats: thump-thump, thump-thump, a rhythmic echo of forgiveness.

he said, “not that I was expecting anything less with you as its mother.” “I’ll d******d these images and the recording of the heartbeat for you to take home. You can pick up a copy at the front desk on the way out. Congratulations Mom and Dad. I’m not officially endorsing a product here, but I got my daughter’s heartbeat made into a soundwave tattoo. Best decision I ever made.”

I say, remembering how James could never sit still for club paperwork. Snake leans forward. "You see some crazy shit out there?" "Oh you have no idea." Her eyes sparkle with mischief. "Though there was this one call where a guy got his dick stuck in-" "Maybe not during dinner," I cut in, though I can't help smiling. The tension in the room eases as a few chuckles break out. "You got ink?" Ripper asks, gesturing to where her jacket has slipped, revealing part of a tattoo on her shoulder. She pulls back the leather, showing a detailed anatomical heart. "Few pieces. This one's my favorite though - got it when I finished my certification."

Now, she had only to decorate the last of them and deliver them today. While her mixers hummed, making more buttercream frosting, Milli rolled out fondant and stamp-cut hearts out of the sheets. Each heart made her think of Lloyd’s tattoo. She groaned in her head; she liked him a lot, but obviously, the feeling wasn’t mutual. He made her feel things she didn’t understand, things different from what she had with Edgar.

the girl who I assumed was Brielle whispered back giggling. What fuck? I don’t know who these people think they are talking about, but it better not be me. I’m not kissing anyone else besides Delania and she’ll be the only one to know that my tattoo ends just to the left of my cock. Just like I will be the only one to know about the little pink heart inside the outline of a shamrock on her hip bone. Yeah, I saw that last night and it was sexy as hell.

Little did she know that there would soon come a day when she would have to leave him for a chance to finally heal his legs… Regardless, it was early the next morning when Xavia woke up and saw Zivon taking care of Frank and Fabiola by the window… Though the man looked extra attractive in the morning sun’s glow, what caught her eye was a new black tattoo that had been etched from his wrist all the way to the webbing between his thumb and forefinger! Squinting a little, she walked up to him and pulled his hand up… and when she saw the word, ‘heart,’ etched onto it, she raised a slight brow and asked, “…When did you get this? And why?”

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