Words In A Heart Tattoo Novels & Stories

“You had your initial tattooed on me, yes.” He shook his head and touched the tattoo on her ankle. “No. See, this is the heart. Half of the heart was extended down to form the letter J. Beside it is a butterfly. The body of the butterfly with a dot at the top is the letter I. The top part of the butterfly wing, is actually curved to form the letter N. Didn’t you notice why those lines were thicker than the rest of the lines?” Julianne stared at her ankle, making out the lines of her tattoo.

He was convinced that this was all the magic of her intense love. "Undress me, Angel," he told her between his pantings. Angela begin undoing his buttons. A gasp escaped her mouth when she noticed the same tattoo she had. Their wedding date. There was one more right below the date. It was a heart and it had hers and Nigela's name written inside it. The tattoo was squeezed in between his other tatts but were strikingly distinct. It appeared as all his other tattoos revolved around them. As if those were the centerpieces of his world. Angela's eyes watered.

The torn fabric fluttered around him to the floor. Stalled breaths carefully parted from my lips as I contemplated him. With most of the tattoos disappearing from his body, the tattoos on his chest and back became clearer. His chest had a bleeding heart tattoo caged in thorns and roses inked on his skin while wings tattoos inked his back. His heart… I widened my eyes. Kian’s heart. Breathing heavily through my dry mouth, I thought. Kian’s heart is still there. Yeah. He might have lost the touch of reality, but Kian is still here in his heartbeats.

Amore mio, My heart.

With every lift of his arm, I noticed a different pattern of tattoos etched into his skin. “What do they mean?” I finally asked. “Hm?” “The tattoos on your arm,” I clarified softly. “You have a lot of them.” He shifted, sitting up slightly and taking me with him until I was straddling his lap, the sheets the only thing separating us. He pointed to a heart inked solid black, names etched into it. “For my brother and my father.” Then his finger moved lower, to two names framed by flames. “Aurora and Sophia.”

His green eyes were black in the dim light. "Take off your shirt," I said. He pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was bare and I saw it. The tattoo. Over his heart. Little flower. In italics. Delicate and permanent, right over the place where his heartbeat was strongest. The ink was dark against his skin. The skin was raised slightly, the way tattoos were when they were healed.

As her gaze drops to my bare chest, her eyes sparkle, seeing the tattoo there. Right over my heart, in elegant, bold script, is her name: Selena—tattooed permanently on my skin with a small heart next to it, like a symbol of where she truly belongs. “I can’t believe it… You…” she breathes, fingers stroking the tattoo. “You did this for me?” Her voice trembles with emotion. I take her hand in mine and press a kiss to her fingertips, my eyes fixed on her. “Of course, love. You’re my heart. Now, you’re a part of me forever.”

Gives me orgasms that destroy me and I have to admit the whole tying me up thing… it's hot. Hotty… my hotty… “What does cuore even mean?” I huffed. “My heart.” He unwrapped my arms and held my hands against his chest where his heart is. “Which is why your name is tattooed there.” “Why do we have to go at lightening speed?” I basically barked at him. “Because it's right. Because we are meant to be. Have we had a single argument?” "No, because its always me arguing with you and you not arguing back. So it's not an actual argument."

Betty's voice was barely audible as she whispered, "I know you're a good man, Mateo." Mateo's eyes dropped to her other hand, as she gently raised it placing it on his chest. He was surprised as she touched the scar on his chest. A small smile played on her lips as she said, "Beneath this torn flesh is a golden heart, but hidden by the scar of a feared man."

Jax POV We sit in silence as time passes, and finally, Cole steps back. I glance in the mirror. There, over my heart, is a tattoo of her lips in the bright red she always wears. “Dhalia” is written above them, and “Blake” below. It’s perfect. I watch as Chase tells Cole to add Blake’s name to his tattoo as well. In Blake’s mind, we’ll all have the same tattoo when we show her tomorrow. He has no clue about this.