Words In A Heart Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

He smiles, cupping my face gently in his hands, "My heart, my soul, my everything belongs to you... but today, I want to honor our love. I want the world to see that whose name is written on my heart." Grabbing my hand, he places it over his heart, and my eyes follow his movement. When I spread my fingers over his heart, I get a glimpse of something. Slowly, pulling back my hand, I see my name tattooed over his chest, just above his heart. Tears fill my eyes as I gently trace my name letters. My heart overflows with emotions when I tear my eyes away from my name to meet his gaze. I want to tell him how much I love him and how it is me who is fortunate to have him in my life. But words refuse

I didn't have a salary, talkless of money, to buy a heart. My head…my head's spinning, I can't breathe, I need

I imagine my darkness must seep through everything I do. She seems to see me differently than anyone else does though. I know I shouldn't love that. It's too dangerous to love that. But I do. Then, I notice it. There's a strange tattoo right over her heart. It's made out of different swirls, plants, and stars. It seems to encompass the most wild and natural parts of the universe. There's something compelling about it. It draws me towards her. “What is that?” I ask. “What is what? she asks, looking puzzled.

“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.

"I LOVE YOU, BABY... HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" After what Katleah had done, he lavished her with kisses again, this time all over her body. Looking down, he was shocked to see his name inscribed on the left side of her breasts. It has a little heart at the start and end of each letter. The words "I heart You, Marco Dela Vega" have been carved into her skin. Surprised, he looked up at his wife. "Babe, did you get a tattoo?" his voice sounded disgusted.

Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum. “What does it mean?” She asks curiously. My breath hitches at the feel of her warm fingers, making my voice sound husky when I respond. “It says, “Who wants to live forever?” She chuckles as she considers my morbid message. Before she can ask me another question, I take a deep breath and place my hand over hers. “Do you have any?” Sage smiles shyly as she sits up on the bed to lift her shirt’s hem, showing me the small tattoo decorating her hip. It’s a heart with rose thorns wrapped around it. My breath hitches at the sight of her firm stomach and concave belly button and the way her skin glows like a shining pearl in the moonlight. Biting back a groan, I run

But the whole time, she was all he could see. I had trusted the institute's lies in my last life and delivered my sister into their hands, only to watch her die in agony. In the end, Victor had died for me. When his eyes met mine now, all I saw was hatred. "Anya is your sister. Do you even realize what you're doing? I've never met a woman in this world as vicious as you! Do you even have a heart?!" He had always been so gentle, yet the words he threw at me cut like knives.

His eyes drooped dangerously, his breath hitching. “Baby…” His voice was ragged, broken, yet still laced with twisted devotion. “I already have your name tattooed on my body. Wasn’t that enough? Did you really need to carve it into my heart?” His words faltered, his eyes fluttering shut, consumed by pain.

Storm, Storm in my heart, can you stop scaring me hard, loom not above my head, let me be tucked cozy in my bed, All Hearts !!