Gone But Never Forgotten Tattoos Novels & Stories

Kaia murmured, trailing her slender fingers down Eton's muscular arm. “I have,” he replied. A shiver ran up her spine. Eton's answer didn’t surprise her, per se—she would have been more surprised if the reply was negative—but the calmness with which Eton spoke about it was fucking scary. Kaia eyed the tattoo on Roman’s arm, a single word, “Remember.” Kaia didn’t know the story behind the tattoo, but it seemed like good advice for her: she must never forget what this man was capable of.

An agonising, systematic mapping of each other’s bodies – every touch being committed to permanent memory because this skin wouldn’t be available tomorrow. I moved my hands over his ribs, tracing every tattoo one last time. The date his mother drove away, scripted along his side. The constellation on his shoulder – Orion, the hunter who loved too hard. He shuddered beneath me when my mouth followed the ink, a full-body tremor running through his muscles. He was letting me touch the places that hurt.

It was comforting, his hand was bigger and rough but she found it soothing. "No." He said bluntly. "What do tattoes mean to you ?" She pestered once again. "They are just reminders of places I have been to, like this one right above my neck , i got it in Indonesia in the city Bali. There isn't really meaning just intimate reminders places I have been to and memories I don't ever want to forget." She let her hand touch the ink on his skin, looking at it like a work of art then she smiled when she saw how close they were and how he was looking at her. Their lips were almost touching, she could feel his breath on her lips. Suddenly someone bummed into them almost make her fall but he caught her

He gives me apologetic eyes and moves back to the wardrobe to pick out his clothes in it and I follow, he reaches in to pick out his shirt and I see the large but beautiful tattoo of the word Rogue wrapped up in black wings on his back and my eyes trail down to the written words he had tattooed on the right side of his ribcage, the one he told me what it meant over a year ago. I try to read out every word written there even if it's barely showing from his sitting position and the fact that he already has a black T-shirt over his head, "Si pasas por el infierno, sigue adelante." my hand slowly raises his clothe to traces it and I can feel how his body tenses up almost immediately, "you told m

“The one I cut on the back?” I blinked at her. “You mean the little asswipe with the shitty tattoo who wanted to fuck up my pretty face with his brass knuckles? Yeah, I’m fairly positive I don’t care if he’s okay. But from the way he lit out of there like his tail was on fire, I’d say he’s just fine.” “It wasn’t a shitty tattoo,” she mumbled. “It was the eye of Horus. Some thought it was a symbol to ward off evil, but it’s actually supposed to symbolize healing.”

Grayson and I are now laying on the floor both naked and satisfied. None of us are speaking,we are just enjoying the comfortable silence between us. We are both lost in our thoughts,I wonder what he was thinking about. My hands begins to trace the tattoo's on his chest. There is a new one and my heart almost stops beating when I read the inscriptions. Grayson & Bryanna forever. Our bodies may depart but our souls will forever remain together. It is beautifully designed with roses around it,just above his children's name.

V GOD! His chest is a-fucking-mazing! I won't be mad if he never wears another shirt. GASPS! O.M.G! Did he really..? "You got my name tattooed on you?!" I excitedly shriek. He has 'MY KEYA' tattooed on his abs in Old English font. Curved kinda like how Tupac has 'Thug Life' tattooed on his abs! Wow he must be really crazy about me! I am starting to fall for this guy, hard!

He can’t spare me, no matter how compliant I am. He stands from the bed and removes every piece of clothing from his body. The tattoos expand from his chest to his stomach, down to his strong torso. Black ink against his tanned skin. There are so many things written in Russian. But one particular thing catches my eye, it’s on his left torso, big and clear, “ To forgive is to sin.” The words send shivers racing down my spine. Who on earth writes something like that on their body? Not just write, but brand it into their skin permanently.

I bow my head, pretend to focus on the screen. "You were staring," he says in a low, amused voice. He leans against my desk, arms crossed, towering over me. "My tattoos interest you?" I shake my head, too quickly. "No, I… it's nothing." He chuckles softly. "Liar." He pulls up the left sleeve of his t‑shirt, revealing more of the raven and other symbols: a miniature cathedral, eight‑pointed stars, Cyrillic numbers. "Every design has a story. The raven… it's for memory. For those we've lost, but never forget. The stars are rank. The cathedral… the faith you keep even when everything else goes to hell."

My voice was weak, barely a whisper. The tips of his fingers brushed against my skin. “And is it true? Is it really going to be Truth Forever?” He traced around his name. The name I had added above the forever tattoo I had inked the day I had met him. “I hope so.” “There’s no hope involved now Cali. But Gent should add something more?” He chuckled. “Because it should read Truths forever.