Words In A Heart Tattoo Novels & Stories

The weight of the locket around her neck felt like a symbol of acceptance and love, bridging past and present, weaving together the threads of family ties and shared dreams. In that quiet moment, as the locket rested against Venya's chest, she felt a sense of completeness, a recognition of her place in Nand's heart and in the tapestry of their intertwined lives. The golden locket adorned with a rare blue diamond, resembling glistening water droplets captured in time, held a captivating allure that transcended mere material beauty. Its intricate design seemed to whisper secrets of forgotten tales and untold journeys, each facet of the gem reflecting a myriad of emotions.

My heart leaps to my throat because Ashton has my name tattooed in that area, and there's no ink nearby because he says that area is only for those he loves. I'm not aware of what I'm doing when I crawl across the bed until I'm kneeling in front of him. My hands tremble when I touch the edge of the plastic. My mouth opens, and we lock eyes. I already fear it, but... has he done it? I pull off the plastic, which comes out stained with ink, and let it fall to the floor. In the middle of a puddle of ink, my name is written in the same font style as Owen's. He has tattooed my name over his heart.

I will go back every time until I meet my mate or even a vampire who is looking for the same kind of love I'm looking for. I put dangly diamond earrings in and two golden bangles on my left wrist. My hair is in a beautiful updo with a few strands framing my face. I apply mascara and red matte lipstick that will last through the night, but nothing else because I don't want to hide too many natural features. I slide my dress on and zip it up in the back before checking myself over. The sweetheart neckline shows just enough cleavage to be sexy but not enough to scream desperation. My tattoo written in cursive across my collarbone is showing. My mom was angry when I got it. Not because I was mar

I whisper hoarsely. We wordlessly cling to each other for a couple of minutes, letting our bodies calm down from their pleasurable peak. I love it when his hands run soothingly up and down my back in relaxing circles. Closing my eyes, I lay a few light kisses on the ball of his shoulder and rest my head on it. After a few moments, we pull back slightly and gaze into each other’s eyes. My fingers caress his jaw and neck until they stop at his tattoo. I’ve always wondered what the tattoo meant. “Amor Vicint Omnia. What does it mean?”

“Of соurѕе, уоu’rе mіnе forever ѕо I wаnt іt thеrе nеxt to mу heart.” Mу еуеѕ drорреd down tо the vіrgіn сlеаn skin, which remained tattoo-free. I ѕmіlеd thinking оf how my name would be рlасеd bеѕіdе thе mоѕt precious thing to mе. I рrеѕѕеd my lips аgаіnѕt it bеfоrе lowering mу сhееk, resting against іt, hеаrіng hіѕ heartbeat my nаmе.

"This is the reason we're in this situation in the first place." "I want to see you." I pulled the fabric up and over his head, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest. The firelight played across his skin, turning him golden. My eyes found the tattoo over his heart, my face, rendered in delicate ink. A permanent promise etched into his skin with my name. I pressed my lips to his chest, right over the tattoo, right over his thundering heart. He sucked in a sharp breath as I trailed kisses across his collarbone, along his shoulder, back to the center of his chest.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

Scars crisscrossed his torso, each one a story of violence I wasn't sure I wanted to know. But it was the tattoo over his heart that drew my attention. Dark ink etched into his skin, forming words I couldn't quite make out. I squinted, trying to decipher the script. "Bound by blood, sealed in blood." The words sent a chill down my spine, a stark reminder of the dangerous world I had been thrust into.

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.

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.