Words In A Heart Tattoo Novels & Stories

A flicker of something, annoyance, maybe amusement, passes through his eyes. “I’ve noticed.” I hold his gaze for a second longer than I should, refusing to be the first to look away. But then my eyes betray me, drifting to his chest again, and that’s when I see it. Everything inside me goes still. There’s a tattoo over his heart. Black ink etched into his skin in exquisite detail. A bird in mid-flight with its wings spread wide and feathers so realistic I could swear they’re moving. A raven. My breath catches in my throat. My hand lifts out of the water without conscious thought. Trembling. Reaching for him like I’m drawn by invisible strings.

The once beautiful canvas of his phoenix tattoo is now topped with another set of prints that aren’t part of the art I admired. With blurry eyes, I tumbled out of bed and kneeled between his legs. There, a heartbreaking sight of bullet and knife scars met my gaze. On his right chest, the Outlaws’ insignia was marked with an X. I’m sure a knife did it from the smooth edge of the scar. And on his left side were two bullet wounds, barely missing his liver. But below his left breast, the words ‘corazón para la muñeca’ were written in cursive writing. [heart for the doll]

I resisted the urge to fan myself as my body temperature shot up. Other than bulky muscles, black ink marked his back with various tattoos. My brain had melted the moment I saw his hot, muscular body, so before I could think about it, I took a step in his direction and then a few more until I had a clear view of his tattoos. At a little distance down the neck, there was a tattoo that portrayed eight phases of the moon in a horizontal alignment. On the right side of his back, the anatomy of a wolf heart was tattooed with blood dripping down in drops. A date, 12-08-1994, was etched beneath the wolf's heart.

I gasped seeing a bold writing on his chest, above where his heart was located. It was my name. MONALISA. He had my name tattooed on his chest! My eyes lowered seeing him tug down his sweatpants a bit and on his waist, some words were written in Spanish “yo pertenezco a MONALISA” (I belong to MONALISA) Tears filled my eyes. “You…” “I want to get more words tatted on me, more words that reminds me of you. Maybe I should have your name tatted on my forehead.”

“Today isn’t about grand gestures, it’s about showing up the way I should have all along. Don’t worry about anything. Just let me love you… A.” My chest tightened as I read the note one more time and a smile immediately lined my cheeks. I really loved how simple but sweet it was. I hesitated before opening the car door, as I was a bit afraid of what it would mean to step inside. I peeped inside and saw a small velvet box sitting pretty on the passenger seat. My fingers trembled as I opened it to find a delicate gold bracelet with some words in tiny script on the back. “Loving you all over…” that was it and I just knew my face had turned red because I was blushing really hard.

The marble heart was engraved with the words. "Our Baby Angel". Daphne looked up as I sat her next to the marble heart and wreath. "I wanted to mark that our pup did exist in this world." I said to her my voice breaking slightly. "I wanted us to have time to say goodbye and a place we knew we could mark our baby together." I continued. Daphne looked up at me slowly tears now again in her eyes.

I had always imagined how romantic it was going to be, but right now, it hurts more than it pleases me. He had tattoos on his chest, arms, and hand. The tattoo on his chest had words I couldn't read because it was way too tiny; A lion on his arm with words I still couldn't read because they weren't English; and a rose on his arm with his mother's name tattooed in it.

“I think you, out of everyone in the world, need one person who can show you how to love again.” “And you think your cousin could do that for me?” she asked as she watched him as he thought about her question. The simple question was more than he had thought it would be. He knew it was two-sided at best. “I think my cousin could help you. I don’t know if it would be the key or not. I do think that he would help open your heart again in a way I don’t think anyone else can. You had someone like him before, so you understand.” Garrett said. “He is alone now. He needs help in life and people to love him back. For you, it may help both of you.”

They were about to walk towards their usual spot at the far corner of the cafe, but it was already occupied. A young man was sitting dressed in all black with headphones on as she was scribbling something on the paper. Irish was about to walk away when she noticed that her best friend had heart eyes for the Alpha. ", he is so hot! Oh my god! He has arm tattoo! Irish I will carry his pups! They will have tattoos too. We will be ' The Tattoo Family". Betty said when they were sitting on the other table. Irish decided to ignore it cause it was just a stupid crush anyway.

’ And immediately, even though, to my surprise, I want him to kiss me, I pressed my palms even harder against his chest before he could kiss me, and whispered, “F-Felix….I have; I need to ask you something.” He paused, but did not look alarmed. My eyes glanced from his deeply piercing silvery grey eyes, before moving back to the tattoos around his chest. Some of them are names, embedded in what looks like my favorite flowers. Right on the one drawn to his left breast, I can see the words, Hazel eyes, drawn intricately into a dahlia bud. My fingers traced the artwork slowly, like it’s a map, before it stops directly on his beating heart. I can feel the organ beat powerfully against my fingers