Gone But Never Forgotten Tattoos Novels & Stories

She fills these shoes with an iron fist, vocal cords that bring the roof down, and more love then most of the club has ever experienced. Before Savannah died, I was having artwork tattooed on my back to show my love for my wife and son. It remained unfinished and I had the tat put on my chest to honor my wife and son when I got out of prison. After Sofia married me, I had the club's emblem tattooed over the work on my back. Sofia, my babies, and the Crows are my family. It's a beautiful morning. The wind is at our backs and sun on our faces. Desert Crows forever, forever Desert Crows.

My dad’s face became clenched tight as his eyes stared straight at what Beau was showing them. It was the children of Gaia symbol, and for the life of me, I didn’t understand how Beau now also had it scarred into the palm of his hand. Our members all got the children of Gaia symbol tattooed against their shoulders once they were eighteen, Beau had his symbol tattooed on his right shoulder as was our custom.

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.

“Even when I gain a hundred pounds from stress-binging on spring rolls and crispy duck?” “Yeah.” He stroked the forget-me-not tattoo on her neck, cherishing what it represented to both of them. “Yeah, even then.”

It's incredible. "What's incredible" Viper asks? I didn't think I said it out loud. Tank answers " Princess here has some pretty interesting ink." Viper looks at her " Do you, now?" She simply turns around and pulls her hair to the side for him to get a good look. I step forward to get a better look. The detail is amazing. I get a good look at the symbol and the words. It's the Army symbol, in the wings the names of Jace and Jax are there along with their birth and death dates along with their unit number. The tattoo is a memorial.

It was surrounded by skulls and red roses that had thorns and it almost looked like blood was dripping from the thorns. I was too shocked to say anything, I could only stare at the tattoo and lie back when Savaş crawled on top of me and my eyes finally met his green ones and I never, in my entire time knowing him, saw that much emotion in his eyes. "You might have forgotten me but I could never forget you. I got this tattoo when I was fourteen because even though I knew I would never forget you, I still needed a reminder of what I lost… I lost you for ten years, Cressida." He paused for a second before he took a deep breath and continued.

“Choking them but not breaking them. That’s how I remember them, his violence surrounding her fragility but never quite destroying it until the cancer did.” He paused in his work, finally looking at her. “I got this tattoo on my eighteenth birthday. The day I left and never went back.” Tears pricked Raya’s eyes. “Thank you for telling me.” He nodded once, a sharp movement, then returned to his work. But now his touch was different, softer somehow, as if sharing his pain had gentled his hands. They worked in silence for another hour before Tobi spoke again. “I don’t do this,” he said abruptly.

And a small metal dish filled with a clear liquid. "It's time for the final piece," he said. "The one that goes on your skin forever." I looked at the tattoo gun and then at him. "What are you going to do?" "I'm going to burn the old memory," he said. "And I'm going to replace it with a new one. A real one. Mine." He pointed to the spot on my shoulder, right over the faded scar of my old tattoo. "Right here. I'm going to put my initials. E.V. So everyone knows who you belong to. So you know."

As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity - remember me. Remember me in your heart, your thoughts, your memories of the times we loved, the times we cried, the times we fought, the times we laughed. For if you always think of me, I will never be gone. Margaret Mead “Let us never forget those who gave all to Skatom Mochain,” I said and lowered my glass to drink. I can say one thing for sure, this stuff wasn’t for the weak, it burned a bit going down.

And I realized I liked that gaze very much—and the person behind it even more. I started the car again. In the rearview mirror, Samantha finally picked up the shredded ticket and limped away into the street corner. Snow began to fall. Celine turned on the heater, and soft Christmas music played through the car speakers. I pressed the accelerator, watching her face glow gently in the snowlight, and suddenly understood—true rebirth is not revenge, but learning how to plant flowers in the ruins. This time, I could finally say it without hesitation. Goodbye. And never again.