Gone But Never Forgotten Tattoos Novels & Stories

“What’s up, Aussie?” I curled into a ball and blocked whatever he said to the man down under. A few moments later, he came back and kissed me on my exposed shoulder. “Did you make a plan?” “They will brief us on the plan. What does that tattoo mean?” Shit. I thought he didn’t notice it. “It’s in Arabic. It means, every sun has to set.” “That sounds deep yet sad.” I turned and faced him. He looked so menacingly handsome and relaxed, not the brutal, ruthless mafia that people feared. “It means everything has an end. We should enjoy life and live to the fullest because tomorrow is not guaranteed.”

The watch had since become a token of our love, and he never took it off aside from bath and bed. And yet, it was now in another woman's photo… Taking a deep breath, I put mine in a drawer. - Duke didn't return that night, so I went alone to the venue the next morning. I booked the place six months ago for the marking ceremony, but now, I'm here to cancel it. Still, I ran into Diana there—our neighbor, and a mate of one of Duke's sentries. Seeing me, she came over and took my hands, congratulating me endlessly before saying, "Oh, and I just saw Duke buying a car trunk full of champagne roses, and now I ran into you here! The marking ceremony is soon, I take it?"

I looked at him confused, I thought the tattoo would have more meaning than that. "I got it when my mother died, she never liked the mafia life, her last words were cheers, I had to complete it, in memory of her, cheers to life." It was a beautiful tattoo. "The other tattoos have no meaning and there's the familia tattoo at the back of my ear, born of blood, sworn by blood, die with blood." I stood up and walked over to him tracing the back of his head, my fingers ran down to the back of his ear. The tattoo ran vertically down his ear. I knew of the oath, Antonio has the same tattoo, my father had the same tattoo.

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

Suddenly, she noticed the lettering tattoo on his back. “memini? Latin? Do you even know what it means?” “You really want to know? Then I will tell you. ‘memento mori’. It means ‘Remember that you will die.’” He smiled at her coldly and continued, “I remember everything, Ingrid. I remember what you did to me and my mother.” He laughed out loud. “I will never forget. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Ingrid trembled in anger and fear. She sucked on her cigarette and replied heatedly, “You’ve finally lost your mind after seeing that Asian bitch. You bring shame to our family! An Asian bitch! What do you think your father will say when he finds out?”

She grabbed her hand, and he pulled her towards him. “I can’t sing, but I can make other people sing for you.” he smiled. She looked at his happy yet calm face. She felt special, as everyone knows them pretty well. All the business people knew about Alexander Hunt. So honey now ... When my hair’s all but gone and my memory fades, .... Baby, your smile’s forever in my mind and memory “I will love you forever like this. Alyona,” he whispered, while placing a kiss on her forehead. “Are you sure? Because people change.” She whispered.

Ink traced along his skin, a tattoo he had carved into himself years ago, back when he was reshaping who he was. He pulled his shirt aside slightly, exposing the word etched along his right rib: Nevermind. His fingers brushed over the tattoo as memories surged back, dragging him into the past he thought he had buried. “I’ll be fine,” he murmured to his reflection, his voice low and unsteady. “Don’t back down, Aidan. Don’t hesitate. Make her pay for everything… more than what she did to you.” A tear slipped down his cheek, betraying the storm raging behind his hardened exterior.

It was the kind of sound that makes your body move before your brain catches up. He was on the ground by the dumpster. Black suit. White shirt. Both ruined. The shirt was open, soaked through. Too dark to be water. Too much to be anything but blood. He was still alive. His chest moved. Barely. Then I saw the tattoo. _Memento mori_ across his ribs in black script. Remember you die. Under it, fresh blood. The wound was right under the letters. Like someone had punctuation to make.

I asked him while eating my burger. “It is a Chinese character of hope. I decided to tattoo this to remind me that there’s hope for everything,” He said while looking at his tattoo. “And how about that tattoo?” I asked him while pointing to his right tattoo and gave him a mean look “No, it is not what you think. I don’t have a wife and a kid,” He defensively answered. “This is my mom and me. It is my tribute tattoo for my mom. I want her to know that she’s always remembered”, He added.

"Honestly, I kind of feel bad for him. His parents don't give a damn about him. I heard his bride ditched him for a bar on their wedding night." "Yeah, he chased after her in his tux and got into a fight." On and on they went, talking about every stupid thing I'd ever done. My head was ringing. I could see that night again like it was happening right in front of me. The pouring rain. Sarah wrapped around some muscle-bound guy, kissing him like no one was watching. I charged at them, no thinking, just pure rage. But I was outnumbered. They shoved me to the ground and beat me. My white tuxedo was ruined—filthy, torn, soaked through.