Traditional Crying Heart Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

I wanted to kiss away every trace of pain from his being and replace it with felicity. My lean fingers unbuttoned his shirt as my lips explored his gently and sweetly. I shifted my lips to his cheek, kissed it lovingly, and licked it. I ensured to peck every part of his visage. When I got to his chest, I licked the tattoo of a bleeding heart and pecked it. "Your heart shall never again bleed with anguish. I will fill every last space of it with love." A promise exited my lips.

“It didn’t hurt at all. “But…” Zephyr’s family was strict. Be it the Hamertons or Bakers, they prohibited their children from getting tattoos on their bodies. “But it’s on my chest. It’s fine.” He continued gently. “I’ll only keep my heart for the only one. “So, Cordelia… “No matter the time or what happens, your name will be carved on my heart. “I only have you in my heart.” He held her face and gave her a deep kiss.

Betty's voice was barely audible as she whispered, "I know you're a good man, Mateo." Mateo's eyes dropped to her other hand, as she gently raised it placing it on his chest. He was surprised as she touched the scar on his chest. A small smile played on her lips as she said, "Beneath this torn flesh is a golden heart, but hidden by the scar of a feared man."

The marks crawl higher, winding up my arm in intricate patterns, like veins of living fire. When they reach my shoulder, the bloom dissolves into light and imprints itself into my skin. A tattoo of crimson petals blossoms across my shoulder blade. It is warm and alive with a pulse humming with the same rhythm as the heartbloom itself. Then, with a single deafening crack, the entire garden dissolves around me. The vines shatter. The thorns crumble. The maze collapses into dust. I stand alone on the clearing floor, panting, trembling, with an arm blazing with new power.

She took a step back, the crystal slipping from her fingers to shatter against the stone floor, releasing the stolen essence in a burst of silver light that rushed back to me like a river returning to its source. "No," she whispered, her voice cracking with disbelief. "No, this isn't possible. You should be dead. Your heart stopped. I felt it stop!" I sat up slowly, deliberately, my body moving with a grace and power that felt both familiar and utterly new. The silver fire from my tattoo spread across my skin in intricate patterns, ancient symbols that had been hidden in my bloodline since the beginning, now made manifest. They crawled up my arms, across my shoulders, down my spine—a living

A startled gasp leaves me when my eyes are met with the most beautiful tattoo I have ever seen, similar to what I have glimpsed on Jamari a few times. A flaming pentagram rests over the spot where my heart beats erratically. A full moon fills the circle within, with lighting swirling around the flames and a lightning bolt shooting down the center. A black raven can be seen against the bright light of the moon, its wings posed as if in flight, three black feathers float down towards the bottom of the tattoo. My fingers move up to rub the mark, a feeling of wholeness crashes through me, providing me with a sense of belonging that I have never felt before. “It is breathtaking.” I whisper, my fi

Cicely laughs. About half an hour later the fireworks start and near the end, I feel Nova shift in my arms and their lips find the tattoo on my ribs “Mi Corazon! Mi amor! Te amo! “ they accentuate each thing they say with another kiss. “You are so beautiful to behold! Happy birthday, my Love!” They stand and kiss me sweetly before I feel their hands on my back and they whisper “Your other birthday present is gonna need time to heal, so we should fuck later because for a week or so we won’t be. We both were talking about frenum piercings and I made us appointments for tomorrow morning.” Oh, fuck, that made me really hard! *******

I couldn't tell if it was because of anger that my heart beat faster especially when our eyes met. It was standing and it seemed I had made a big mistake in the way it looked. I blinked when it tasted again. When he turned around, my gaze landed on her tattoo behind her ear. 'Dreamcatcher tattoo.' I secretly said to myself when I saw the tattoo there in person it was better to look at it now because I could see more of its detail. I feel like touching that thing. "We'll get back to you later, Khlea. Good luck." When Luna Aballos' gaze returned to me, I suddenly stopped staring at it. My eyes blinked as my heart beat rapidly. I looked away. Suddenly I couldn't understand why I felt that way.

Anticipation filled their faces as they awaited the simple snip of the ribbon obstructing the entrance. Where was the joy? This was the greatest day of my life. I had toiled like my life depended on it, and here was the result: But my thoughts decided it was time to play tricks on me. **I tattooed your name on my fucking chest!** Could the dead still have a raw, broken heart? Well, obviously, for time, healing all wounds became a mere tall tale in my case. Every second that passed, my yearning for him soared. **"Don't go yet."**

Her chest heaved, her breasts pushing against the soft knit of her sweater. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt then whipped the thing off over his head. Her eyes widened and he knew she saw the tattoo across his heart. It was an infinity symbol with her name making up one of the curves, angel wings another. He'd had it done one night after he'd left her. Too much tequila and too much self-pity and he had a permanent reminder of what he'd lost. Girlfriends over the years hadn't liked it, but he'd never thought seriously about having it changed. She'd always been his heart and always would be. She pushed up on an elbow and reached up a hand to trace th