Dying Wish Tattoo Novels & Stories

"I just... I need you to be careful, Sam. You're all I have left." Guilt twisted in my stomach. "I am being careful. I promise." She studied me for a long moment, then nodded, seemingly too tired to argue further. "Your new antibiotics are on your nightstand. Don't forget the evening breathing treatment." "I won't," I promised, heading upstairs with a mixture of relief and lingering guilt. In the privacy of my room, I gently washed my tattoo according to Kev's instructions, admiring the simple black lines against my skin. Cygnus the swan, singing its most beautiful song as death approached. My own private reminder of both mortality and beauty.

Winter wishes to crawl in a hole and die in it. 'Oh he's gonna make this harder than it already is! ' She thinks. "Anyone else interested in not a dangerous tattoo this time ?" The tattooist asks . They are quiet just looking at each other . Something dawns on Sao. He walks towards the Fahara. "He doesn't know when to quit does he? " The tattooist asks throwing his hands up. "My man ." Lea says dreamily. They give her sideways glances eyes glued on Sao. After a moment he turns around his face puzzled.

‘’Yes,’’ I answered sheepishly. Apart from his beautiful features, I get to admire some ink of his that are visibly available for my eyes. There was this one quote that caught my attention though, it’s written in Cyrillic script. ‘Life is nothing more than a nightmare, but death, the longing sleep dreams of life.’ The letters are in cursive writing tattooed on his neck, barely noticeable because it was being toppled over by a few stronger marks. A tail of a dragon was creatively cloaking the script, I’ve seen that dragon ink once, in that bathroom incident. I averted my gaze from him as soon as I realized I was staring too long. Scolding myself for being stupid. I shouldn’t be admiring him.

?” I enquire. His smile says, “I can teleport.” “Then why are we using a car if you could get us there in a bat of the eye?” “Car rides are fun.” He laughs. “I believe that it is my turn to ask the questions, what’s your favourite colour?” He enquired. “Brown.” was my response. Since discovering the butterfly tattoo on his back this morning, I’ve been wondering, “What does the butterfly tattoo on your back mean?” “It isn’t a tattoo, and I don’t know what it means. It’s just a marking that I was born with.” He said. A mark? Who would have done that? Dimitri asked, “If you had the chance to meet anyone, who would it be?” “My little cousin, Diego.” I responded, “I haven’t seen him for fifteen y

I’d probably still dream about lying in his arms, about growing closer to him, and I’d cherish every night of it. Feeling the hopelessness of our situation weigh down on me, I hugged myself. “I wish…I wish…” “You wish what, my lady?” He sounded closer, close enough to pull me into his arms and hold me through this pain, but I knew he was still many, many feet away, respectfully keeping his distance. I turned my watery gaze to him. “I wish your mark was gone. I wish I could just claw it off your face so we wouldn’t have to deal with this anymore. So we didn’t have to hurt or hope for anything more.”

I said as he took the bowl before wolfing it down. “Woah there tiger,” I giggled as he set the bowl aside, “Where do you want this tattoo?” He asked as I bite my lip, “On my back,” I replied as he raised his eyebrows, “Okay, and what have you decided on getting?” He asked, causing a smile to appear on my lips, “I was thinking of getting a blossom branch with the word rebirth in Chinese on my side,” I explained causing his eyebrows to raise once again.

She asked, thinking that he probably walked down all those stairs. “No. Thank you.” He put the cup down. “I see you got a tattoo.” “Ah… yes.” “It must be Marcus. He is known for his art.” He was indeed talented. “A dandelion. Interesting.” “Does it mean something?” She asked. “A dandelion represents hope and healing. One blowing in the wind means a wish for a good fate.” She frowned. “Do you think Marcus knows that?” He smiled. “I am not sure, but sometimes we do things by instinct without truly knowing.”

Nothing could ever compare to this. “Anyone ever tell you that you taste like cherries, Red?” Bo’s words are heavy as he breathes against my skin, sending a shiver through my body straight into my core. The ache between my legs is too much. How do people not live like this? Wrapped in each other’s embrace twenty four seven. I never want to feel anything beside the pure unadulterated bliss that is coursing through my body right now.

The body I was in reached out weakly and that's when I saw the tattoo. A detailed viper tattoo wrapped around his forearm, a single word inked beneath it in italics. I knew that tattoo. But I couldn't trace where. As the final breath left his lungs, I heard his voice again, but this time it wasn’t spoken aloud. It echoed inside his head. “If only I get a second chance, I would make them pay for this pain.” Everything went black again. The next second I was back. Back in the warehouse. Back in my dying body.

I can’t deal with never seeing Xander again. I wish I had died in the field. XXX