Traditional Crying Heart Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

But only I know that the cheer is not from my heart. I don’t find the need to celebrate the Lupin’s downfall, but I have to do so for Chelsea’s sake. “Isn’t it a breathe of fresh air knowing we finally got what we wanted?” Chelsea remarks excitedly while clinking glasses with me. “Now show us the tats, will you?” “it’s still fresh.” “Even so.” I remove my jacket. Chelsea turns me around to view the tats. What I requested was a butterfly and a rose, while Chelsea added that a bird would look good as well.

She looked ruined. And she couldn’t stop. The next morning she returned to the tattoo shop once again. The old artist didn’t even ask questions this time. She simply nodded and prepared her station. “The heart piece,” Aria said, voice husky. “I want something that ties them all together.” The artist chose a stunning, dark design — a blooming obsidian rose with thorny vines that would sit right above her heart, with tendrils reaching toward her breasts and down toward her pussy like living roots.

I wonder what his room would look like or even his house. The dark purple lights make everything in the room dark. The bedsheets and the curtains are purple or maybe it's also from the reflection of the lights. This should be the only thing I like about this guy… his love for purple. He loves the color I'm obsessed with. I turn around to admire the other parts of the room. My lips part and I gasp in shock. A tall guy is staring at me. His left arm and chest are covered in tattoos. The first I see is a flower. He should be a Casanova, not a lover boy.

What does he mean that’s for later? Cutting off the straps of my thong as well, he takes a step backward and removes his bowtie, which was already loose and hanging around his neck. As he gets to work unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes do not leave mine and even as they’re filled to the brim with anger, I can see the hunger. I was right about his body being covered in tattoos, but in this case, only his back and sides, save for one tattoo over his left pectoral, right over his heart. It is a black heart with a dagger with the words SANGUE PER SANGUE.

“Do…do you want to see it?” “Only if you want to show it to me,” I say, my voice quiet. “I do.” She pulls her fingers out of mine and turns around. Chloe lifts her shirt, slowly revealing her back to me. There, covering her entire back, is a watercolor tattoo of a black bird in mid-flight. Its body is curved in a “c” shape, its wings spread overhead. The background is filled with splashes of color: teal, green, and purple. And the words “Take these broken wings and learn to fly” are inked between the bird’s wings.

I can’t allow her to face the same heartbreak as Rieka, especially if that heartbreak leads to her sacriificing her life for those she loves. The brand on my chest starts to burn as these worries swirl within my brain. Jamari gasps, pulling from Levi’s arms as she touches her hand to her chest, over her heart. A frown appears on Levi’s face as he two places a hand over his chest. The burning sensation intensifies, my chest feeling as if a hot poker is being placed upon my flesh. Moving my hand to the side, my eyes lock on the Demon Brand that was tattooed onto my skin. As I watch, the image begins to change, a new figure appearing on the brand.

Katiya ended the line soon after she finished her words. I tightened the string on my wrist to the point that I could taste the familiar pain from it. But that didn’t make me stop, it just made me hungrier for pain. I only stopped when I saw a tint of blood on the rope. My hand, later on, went to my abdomen, feeling and tracing the outline of the vague tattoo behind my shirt. It’s dark and it appears unclear, not showing any proper vision of what it was. It felt like a spiky barb wire had tangled my heart clenching on it hard, leaving only a few spots unscathed. It was painful. Every beat was hard and rough, symbolizing the agony filling my heart.

I assured them that everything will be ok and no need to be nervous. Both have finished their breakfast. Now I am getting them ready for school. My both munchkins are looking too cute in their school uniform. I just pray to God that no one ever put an evil eye on my kids. Then, I entered into my washroom and started changing my clothes. When I was wearing my clothes my eyes went to my chest area where his name is carved. His name is carved a little under my left bosom where my heart lies. Tears started forming in my eyes. Whenever I saw the tattoo, my blood gets boiled with anger and disgust. I trembled with fear whenever his face comes to my mind. I tried my hard to forget everything...but

I found it, the other half of my tattoo. It's him, the guy, the 16-year-old guy, my first crush, the guy that broke my heart by leaving me 35 It's him, the guy, the 16-year-old guy, my first crush, the guy that broke my heart by leaving me. I kept looking at the tattoo. Reading it over and over again. I can't believe this. I didn't realize I was crying until I felt him wiping my tears. "Shhh, it's okay Anastasia, you have no idea how much I have missed you, I know, I put this onto you too quickly, but, I couldn't hold myself back from you anymore" 12

I remember the day i got the call, I was six months pregnant he died in war, he was in the military serving our country. On a particular lonely night when i was almost due, i went alone to a tattoo studio and had a a heart put in the spot he used kiss me. It's a tiny heart, about the size of a thumbprint. It's not fully closed i had it like that on purpose because it's how my heart feels every time i think about him. It just feels like a little hole in it, letting out all the air.