Gone But Never Forgotten Tattoos Novels & Stories

What do you think? — That's perfect for me! — I answer and caress his face. [...] — Ouch, that hurts, Bunny! - he complains as I quickly rub his back. — Sorry Pussycat! — I say and run my hands lightly along his back. I notice his tattoo, a well-drawn font with the words "Always Come Back". — Tell me something... What is the meaning of this tattoo? — I made it to remind me of who I really am, and not to forget my origins, and that I will always have somewhere to go back to. After I made it, my life took a different course...

The water hits my back at just the right temperature and I move my hand over my back but then I move my hand to my wrist. I look at it with a sad smile on my face when I see the tattoo I'd gotten. It is an infinity tatoo , in the infinity are two butterflies on either side each one representing the each family member I lost . And the only one I had well that was until my uncle and aunt lived with me in ghe mansion and treated me like their own.

“Well, when I was in the army I made some real good friends. There’s this one time, I don’t want to go into details, but believe me when I say we went through hell. We brought each other through it, those of us that lived anyway. We got these tattoos,” Tom patted his shoulder, where the tattoo of some strange characters from some language I didn’t know were, he would never tell me “and we promised each other that we would never forget, no matter how much we wanted to. We also promised that, as we’d been through hell, if we ever got that chance to bring each other through heaven, we would.” Tom paused and looked at me with such warmth. I couldn’t remember having been looked at so lovingly bef

engraved in tiny cursive writing. Tee gave me the same tattoo and I loved it, mine has "sugar +" so it completes her own. I was ten at the time, I felt invisible after barely crying from the needle in my skin as I got the tattoo. My second tattoo was also with Tee, this time we went to a tattoo parlour. I was fifteen, this time I had permission from Dad. I told him I wanted something meaningful to honor my late best friend and he agreed. Only I knew she was alive and the tattoos were meaningful, still are.

I inwardly murmured to myself. Ethan had a tattoo on his back. Right across his shoulders were medium- sized horizontal wings. They looked a little Goth and almost Greco-Roman in their black inked starkness. I loved the quote underneath the wings. No more yielding but a dream. I saw it in the shower when he turned to get the soap.

The memories flooded back. A warm summer night. Alessio tracing the butterfly I’d just had tattooed on my back. "Do you know what this means, Thea?" "What?" I'd asked, looking back at him, my heart full. "It's my mark on you. Forever," he whispered, kissing the butterfly's wings. "No matter where you go, this will tell everyone that you belong to Alessio Santoro." "And you?" I'd laughed. "Will you get my name tattooed on you?"

she called out and I hummed titling my head to look at her. "What does the tattoo on your back mean?" She asked as my hands moved around her waist, laying in her lap. "The names are the people close to me I lost, the crown above the names represents the value they held in my life and the wings symbolizes prayers for peace and happiness," I replied "When did you get it?" "I started it when I was 17 and lost my bestfriend in a drive by and the names gradually increased as life went on," "I'm sorry about that,"

It's been five years since I fell ill with depression, and I'm finally myself again. I can talk, laugh freely, and I actually have an appetite. The icing on the cake is that my husband, Ian Beaumont, and I are expecting our second child. At our New Year's Eve family gathering, Ian's godsister, Gemma Waverly, gets tipsy and starts making a scene. "I think it was about five years ago. I was dumped, and I took the car out for a little joyride while the surveillance cameras were under maintenance. "Guess what? The moment I stepped on the gas, a cat abruptly flew out of nowhere and slammed right into my hood. It yowled and bolted off." A faint, disdainful smile plays on her lips. "That damn

“Because I remembered him from her birthday party last year. He was the bouncer at the club. He had a Respect, Loyalty, Honor tattoo on his arm.” I froze. “That’s definitely a Ramono tattoo.” “But the weird thing was, it was crossed out. Underneath was the saying from a different family.” “What family?” “I don’t know. I do know it said Power and Glory. I was thinking… Audrina’s mom…or the woman that raised her, do we know what family she was from?”

She had some pink hidden in the back for our girls. I took her hand in mine and looked at the tattoo she had gotten; "AARO" and "ERO" were on her wrist. She had gotten the tattoo together with most of our family and friends. Everyone who knew they were alive now had a tattoo somewhere on their body to remind them of why they were doing this and to never stop searching. Leia looked at me, "what?" "Remember what you said to me? Let’s not waste time on regrets or past mistakes, but instead move forward. Let’s talk to Sara and Bruce together."