Stroke Survivor Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

he asked as if never considering it. “Doctors. Is there anything they can do?” Hunter narrowed his eyes, thinking. “Now you mention it, I never talked to them about my illness. It was just a given that it was part of my life ever since I was a child.” Ava looked down at his wrist, taking his hand. “Hunter, what happened to your wrist? I noticed your scar last night. You cover it with the tattoo. With Darkness Comes Light. That’s beautiful.”

"But this just means that all of our tattoos just got way bigger." "Sorry," Luke muttered, "it came out of nowhere." Still supporting Luke, Lexi said reassuringly, "No, don't worry. It's perfect, actually. Now you've designed something on it as well." Her words were meant to comfort but only deepened Luke's guilt. He sighed and closed his eyes, another tear slipping down his cheek. I sprang into action, grabbing the stencil for the old tattoo and heading over to the light board. I flicked it on and started drawing, modifying the design to incorporate the accidental line. I drew a perfect crescent moon behind the tribal wolf's head, making it intricate and meaningful.

She blushed as she rubbed his chest. He had the tattoo of skulls, like a cemetery on his body and a cross tattoo that had a snake wrapped around it with its tongue out. “Okay, enough of all these adoration. Do you remember we have to dispose him before he wakes up??” I snapped her out of whatever imaginations she was currently harbouring.

Savio looked taken aback by everything. Tristan walked up to Adam. “Then you’ll have to open your fucking mouth instead.” “I told you. It was an accident. If you don’t believe me, why don’t you finish what Drake began and burn off the rest of my tattoo?” Adam shoved his forearm toward Tristan. The upper part of the tattoo with the knife handle and part of the eye was gone, replaced by gnarly burn scars. It gave the rest of the eye that remained a sad droopy look.

By the time we were done everyone has gone to sleep and I also bade goodbye to my brother who wanted me to stay in the house but I went to my villa and when I entered the villa it was dark and switched on the lights and with the automatic control drew all the curtains. Then I entered my room and removed all my clothes and went inside the washroom and took a quick shower. As I stay alone so there is no need for me to feel embarassed. I could feel the water trailing down my tattoed back . The tattoo which I have on my back is a dragon tattoo. I got this tattoo because I have a scarred back which I got when I saved a kid during my teenage years from bulling . Someone threw the acid which bu

AJ was one of my first partners in crime, back when we were teens. "Uptown. Glad to be back, no lie," I roll my sleeves up to my elbow and unbutton my shirt to mid chest, making sure that all of my ink is on display. In this world, these tattoos are an important part of our identity. Each tat has a meaning. The vines are for my crew, each thorn a successful mission. One little rosebud for Livy, when I took her into my home. A large cross across my chest for my parents, a bleeding heart for my sister Jane.

“Says the guy who has his girl’s name tattooed across his heart.” “Hey!” Theo points toward Brock. “I’m not the only one, have you seen Brock’s tat on his ribs lately?” Jax’s eyes fly wide as his head snaps toward Brock. “You didn’t…” Brock leans back, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Damn right I did.” He grabs for the hem of his shirt, yanking it up to reveal a tattoo inked on his side. It’s a detailed piece with a forest treeline and a wolf howling to the moon, and sure as shit, running through the middle of it is his mate’s name: Astrid. The forest design and the letter A look a little faded, but the rest of Astrid’s name is a shade darker, like it’s a fresh addition.

Me staring at a naked guy for the second time in my damn life. My breath caught in my throat, trapped. I was trapped. My eyes completely rebelled against my brain's frantic commands to look the fuck away. Instead, they traced the dark, heavy ink of a tattoo etched across his upper shoulder blades. Three words, bold and unyielding: "Built Through Pain." The script wasn't flashy or arrogant. It felt heavy. It looked like a scar turned into art—a quiet testament to something survival-driven. A strange, unbidden ache blossomed in my chest just looking at it.

He pointed to his tattoos as he spoke. 'This is a tribute to Adrian," he said. He pointed at the tattoo that sat on the left side of his body just below his shoulder blade. It was the name Luca with a halo above it with angle wings on either side of it. Underneath it said, 'I am because you were'. "That's beautiful," I mumbled as I stood up and walked closer to him to get a closer look. "This is for Blade." On his arm was a dagger. The blade was cut in half and the word