Traditional Crying Heart Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

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

Angela's eyes watered. "It's beautiful," she looked up in his eyes and smiled as a tear trailed down her eyes. How many times she had cried today? And they all were tears of happiness. "Thank you," she kissed both her tattoo. "Do you see the blank space in there?" he questioned. She responded in a nod. The heart wasn't completely filled yet. "I am gonna add more names to it when we will have more kids," saying that, he picked her up and dropped her onto his upstanding erection. Angela gasped as his shaft stretched her wide, throwing all her thoughts to the back of her head.

Tattoos adorned his arms, celestial patterns that seemed to echo the cosmic symphony that accompanied his every movement. His soul, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, promised excitement and unpredictability. Caleb's gaze held a fervor that mirrored the blazing stars—a promise of a love that burned with an intensity that transcended the ordinary. In the celestial ballet of hearts, he was the wild comet, leaving a trail of passion in his wake.

“Most are more ‘in the moment’ types of things, but there are a few that are close to my heart.” When she hears me say that, I see her fingers stop moving and she leans closer to look at where my heart is. She studies the intricate tattoo for a while and then I see her eyes light up and her mouth goes into a little O. The tattoo is one that is very special to me. It’s an intricate tree and while the base holds my family, the branches hold the names of the people who mean the most to me. Addison’s name is the first that I had done. It’s twisted and braided and there are small white tulips throughout her name.

292 Tears dribbled out of Claire's eyes as she covered her mouth to stop her sobs. Hunter had really caught her off guard with his proof. She traced her shaking fingers on his skin, especially the outline of the heart in which her name was written. The area around the tattoo was red and sore. Hunter softly winced in pain when she lingered her fingers on her name inked on his skin. "Do you like it?" Hunter asked, his eyes searching hers for her emotions.

To the side, Kade gently took her hand and squeezed it. Not long after, Alex and Cara both joined them holding hands. They both bowed their heads slightly to Caleb and Meadow, then joined them on the round table. "Sorry for the delay, we were just letting our tattoos heal…" Said Cara with a bright smile. "Tattoos? What tattoos?" Viorra asked. "We decided to make this Valentine's day different and simple; we both had our late son Peyton's name tattooed on the back of our necks, see?" Cara replied as she tilted her head and showed Viorra and the rest, the elegant name of his dead son.

I saw an elaborate tattoo on his right arm. I sucked in my breath. I never knew we could get such pretty tattoos made. There was an intricate pattern of olive leaves, in the shape of a lily and nestled in between were multi-colored hearts, similar to my Alexart. The hearts glowed in the sunlight giving it a surreal appearance. When did Aaron get this tattoo? I couldn’t have missed such an exquisite tattoo, could I? “ How!!!” I whispered. “ He is not Aaron, he is a form shifter,” Eva said turning towards me.

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.

she commented. He looked up at her. “What?” “The tattoo,” she smiled. “Do you still remember what it stands for?” he asked. “I’m your nymph, which you got from the Greek Mythology nymph Calypso. You got it in that colour because it’s the colour of my eyes, which are your favourite thing about me. You made them loop the y to make a heart because I’m the only one who holds your heart. The paw signifies the pact we made that we would never let any wolf truly rule over us...” she trailed off.