Traditional Crying Heart Tattoo Flash 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.

Queen said as she walked out of there midst to inside "What the hell are you doing here?" Shadrach yelled at Rilly immediately his mum left "Look, I know I have really messed up, and I have done something that I shouldn't forgive my self" Rilly said "But I want to say am sorry, I did that out of anger and revenge, I never knew I will still feel anything for you after that incident" Rilly continues "I.... I truly love you! According to everything you see in me you can see am not bad, am not a rapist, Nana did a very bad thing to me!" Rilly continues

He hot tattoos on his arm and well yeah, I guess he has a lot as in a lot of tattoos all over his body. My heartbeat suddenly quickened as he suddenly stared directly at me, "Are you done staring?" he asked seriously. I didn't realize that I had nodded and he smirked a little. I want to sing Taylor Swift's song lyrics 'don't blame, love made me crazy~' But no matter how handsome he is I still don't want to stay here even one day. I wish I had been better off hiding from my parents and they wouldn't have to give me to their master as collateral payment.

The water hits my back at just the right temperature and I move my hand over my back but then I move my hand to my wrist. I look at it with a sad smile on my face when I see the tattoo I'd gotten. It is an infinity tatoo , in the infinity are two butterflies on either side each one representing the each family member I lost . And the only one I had well that was until my uncle and aunt lived with me in ghe mansion and treated me like their own.

If you asked my Beta, he'd probably just say I loved rhyming words but the twat understood close to nothing at times. Tattoos were next. When poetry couldn't help my fucked up mind, I resorted to something else. Another form of art. This time, instead of speaking my pain through words, I spoke them through images. They always said a picture held a thousand words. Only few understood just how true that statement was. My first tattoo was on my chest, above my heart. A perfectly drawn wolf with Tatum's initials, birth date, and the day I found her dead scripted beneath. She would always live in my heart, my mind, my memories. All my fucking memories, including the day I found her bloodied corps

I grinned and moved my hand to grab his, so our wrists could be up and next to one another. Fresh and perfectly made, our matching black tattoos told our truth. Above our veins, on our young skin, was a line of a beating heart. Under it was a message saying, “Art never comes from happiness.” As Thomas had said, the most beautiful songs he ever made were created after something shook his thoughts for days. For me, my life was the challenge that inspired me to paint. “Let’s go! People are waiting,” The famous boy stated, gently pushing me to walk downstairs.

The tattoo was fresh, the muscles on her chest were a bit swollen and red, he felt blood rushing to his heart, and his heart was beating at an abnormal speed. He touched the tattoo with his finger. His touch was light as the feather, as if he was afraid to hurt her, even though he couldn’t express his feelings with the word, His tears were proof; his cheeks were stained with tears. He knew she was afraid of pain, yet she went through this for him. He felt he was about to faint from happiness. Kate was in tears seeing his tears; she raised his face and made him look at her. “I gave you my heart long ago; this is the sign that you’re in my heart and always will be,” Kate said with a big comfor

Dabbing over the wound of the Ryuu made the guy clutch his hand into a tight fist hissing and bitting over the cloth on his mouth. The heart tattoo on his wrist with the wings on it in the middle has the initial of R and K. With the arrow bottom going in and out of the heart. "He was the sinner not like you must be worst than you" Takeshi mumbles applying the cream carefully over the corner, placing the cotton over it at the end warping the white bandage around his wound. Ryuu turns his gaze at the boy who has his head bending down rolling the bandage on his wrist. He really can't say or make out what he is really saying as the voice starts to go far and far in the distance.

I reached out, patting her back gently and rubbing small circles to help her calm down. She looked like someone who had spent years holding up a heavy wall and had finally let it crumble; the exhaustion in her posture was palpable. As she shifted, she slipped off her jacket, and that’s when I saw it. Her shirt lifted just enough to reveal the number 22 tattooed on her skin. Barbara had been right — there was a heart next to it. But looking at it closely now, I saw it wasn't a perfect, romantic heart. It was a broken heart, the edges jagged and separated by a thin line of skin, as if the ink itself were mourning something lost.

I had gotten it two days after I left the Council territory. I was flashing it to her the whole day, thus the reason I was bare-chested while working, but my wicked mate ignored it until tonight. She was brushing, smoothing her fingers along the letters of my tattoo without taking her eyes off me. “Is this for me?” She asked, and her humming stopped as she bit her bottom lip. “I only have one heart, which belongs to the wildheart standing before me.”