Stroke Survivor Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

"Do you always get this angry when others play with your dolls?" "No, just when it comes to you. You're my favorite doll." * Cara Morelli gets the heartbreak of her life when she finds out that her boyfriend is a recruiter for an illegal sex club, but that is after he abducts and dumps her there. As fiery as she is stubborn, she won't go down easily. After maiming, and nearly killing a client- on purpose- she is punished; murdered. But by some stroke of providence, she reincarnates inside the body of a woman known as Agent Thirteen, who belonged to an elite team of female assassins. And the Boss? A ruthless mafia Don widely known as Leone "the devil" Andreotti. It takes Cara a while to get used to the fact that prior to the time when she swapped bodies with Agent Thirteen, the assassin had signed her freedom off to Leone as part of the contract to be his assassin... to be used to kill targets until she scored him a hundred kills. But now, Leone wants more than a hundred kills from Cara... Ever since she blatantly disrespected him. And now that she is a trained assassin, is this the answer to her long-standing quest for revenge against her betraying boyfriend and the club, or will it embroil her deeper in a deadly obsession with the most dangerous man in the city? You're right. It's both. * "I'm tired. Fucking kill me already." "No, I want to wear you out. That's the only way I'll enjoy it. I have preferences, Angel." * "If you run, he will chase you." "If I don't, he will kill me." "Will he?" The look she gives me is knowing. I roll my eyes. "Of course he will." Right?

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.

Whenever the Alpha's little sister suffered an episode, my Luna ceremony would end in disaster. On the first attempt, my wine was laced with honey, and I ended up having a stroke from an allergic reaction, with the entire pack laughing at me. On the second attempt, I was stabbed three times in the stomach, rendering me infertile. On the third attempt, a lunatic rogue wolf barged in and crushed every bone in my finger, cutting short my pianist career right then. Whenever I tried to express grief, Yohan Schmidt would always take Eva Brown's side. "She suffered mental regression to save me. Be the bigger person and don't hold it against her." "Next time—the next ceremony will be perfect, I promise." He made that promise 99 times over three years, and on the 100th attempt, Eva gave up on all pretense and set the wedding hall on fire. I was burned to a crisp and had to heal for a month. Through it all, Yohan nursed me and fed me a ton of medicine… until I overheard him talking to Andy King, the shaman. "You're truly ruthless, Alpha. She was thoroughly burned because she was trying to save you, but you're feeding her a suppressant that stifles her regeneration. Over time, she will succumb to her injuries!" Yohan shrugged nonchalantly. "I just can't stand her bullying Eva. Eva saved my life—so what if Yvie Stark pays for it with my life?" Tears rolled down my cheeks in silence. So even his warmth and tenderness was nothing more than cold deception. In that case, I should just leave.

The dagger goes in before she understands her consort is the one holding it. ——— My consort is the one holding the blade. I fall into the Forbidden Zone with his voice in my ear — *You were never going to be the queen this kingdom needed, Rose is everything you are not* — and every stroke downward the Hollow drinks my color, my voice, my breath. As I sink through the dark I understand, in a rising tide of memory I can no longer outrun, what I refused to see: my cousin Rose has been his lover for three years. My uncle Rick has been my father's killer for seven months. I hit the Hollow's floor among the skeletons of seven women who came before me. I should die there. A black pearl pulses in the dark and asks me one question. I say yes. What rises from the Forbidden Zone is not the princess they pushed. My scales burn blood-red shot through with molten gold and piercing teal, edged in obsidian. My voice shatters coral when I choose. I can drain a merfolk's power until their scales grey to driftwood, and I can shift any being between human and merfolk form. But the pearl hungers. Black veins creep across my chest with every life I take. And the throne I want back? It was never the prize. It was the trap. ——— Will Irene become the villainess her kingdom fears? Or will she remember the girl they buried long enough to choose what kind of queen to be? And the older sister who has been waiting two hundred years to use her — what happens when Irene decides the family she was born into is not the one worth dying for?

You're the spawn of that monster, so tell me, did you really think the Moon Goddess pairing us together was a blessing?" His voice was low and cold and his grip on my chin burned. "Then reject me!" I spat in defiance, although my fists were trembling from the aura this man let out. A dark laugh escaped his lips. "Reject you? No, little red. My brothers and I have a better plan. We're going to keep you. And then we'll make you wish that you died a million times over." Hailey Yuriel fled the moment she accidentally killed her tyrant of a father. For years, she hid and survived in the gutter, her sharp mind her only tool Her plan was simple. Never let them catch you, but fate had a way of being cruel. A brutal accident hurls her straight into the arms of the five Grey brothers - the ruthless Alphas of the Blood Moon Pack. The very men whose family her tyrant of a father destroyed. The moment their eyes meet, something impossible happens. The mate bond ignites between them. All five of them. Now, Hailey is a prisoner of their revenge especially since they can’t reject her, so they vow to make her life a living hell. But Hailey is no docile woman. She’s a survivor and she won't let them break her. At least that's what she thinks.

Nyra Vale was never meant to survive. The night her family was slaughtered, the world she knew burned to ashes, and she was left with nothing but a command that still echoes in her mind. Run. She obeyed, and in doing so, she became something the packs despise. A rogue. Hunted, unwanted, and forced to carve her own survival in a world that shows no mercy to the weak. Years later, survival is the only thing she trusts. Until Alpha Kael Draven finds her. Powerful, feared, and dangerously controlled, Kael rules Ironfang Pack on the edge of collapse. With rebellion rising and the Elder Council tightening their grip, he is given an ultimatum. Take a Luna of pure blood or lose everything. Instead, he chooses Nyra. A rogue. A mistake in the eyes of every wolf who follows him. Their bond is meant to be nothing more than a transaction. Protection in exchange for obedience. No love. No trust. No weakness. But nothing about Nyra is simple. As she steps into a pack that wants her gone, danger closes in from every side. Assassins strike in the dark. The Council watches her with quiet hatred. And buried within her past lies a truth powerful enough to destroy everything Kael is trying to protect. Because Nyra is not just a rogue. She is the last survivor of a bloodline the world tried to erase. And when the truth rises, it will not just shatter the bond between her and Kael. It will ignite a war that will decide who rules… and who burns.

What’s better than friendship and laughter? Going on a life changing journey with those friends. Baylor is a 15 year old human boy who was orphaned at 2 when he was the only survivor of a car crash. U.S. authorities couldn’t find any relatives in Ireland to send Baylor home to, so they placed him in the Monroeville orphanage in Boston, Massachusetts. He and his two best friends escaped the orphanage and ran to Silverthorne, Colorado. When he turns 16, Baylor starts hearing a ‘voice’ in his head. Believing that the marajuana he smoked the night before his birthday had been laced with something extra, he tells no one. Then a stranger from his homeland shows up and asks if the voice has told him its name yet. That’s when Baylor’s life gets turned upside down. He’s told he is the missing Alpha Heir of a scattered werewolf pack in Ireland and he needs to come home to take his birthright to reunite the pack. His two best friends are skeptical, but they have always stuck together. Will Baylor and his friends believe and follow this man back to Ireland? Can he reunite the pack and defeat the King of Rogues who sent the pack into hiding? Will there be a little love along the way? Time will tell if Baylor can become the answer to the pack problems and be the Alpha he was born to be.

Princess Layana's birth was a mystery and her heritage a secret. Despite the luxurious life of a royal, she simply wished for a life away from the cage-like palace. Declan of House Storm was the sole survivor of a massacred clan, an event that gave birth to the darkness within him. Fuelled by hate, rage and betrayal he wants nothing but to get revenge on the royals that slaughtered his family. What will happen when the shielded princess with a heart as pure as the first ray of dawn meets the heir whose soul is shrouded in a blanket of darkness. Will he set her free from her shackles? Will she be able to lead him to the light before it’s too late? When the first whispers of darkness spread from the borders, they are brought together to protect the kingdom.Beware the prophecy decreed a long time passed for it may hold their world in its balance. -------- “It seems Lord Declan holds more ignorance than he is aware, we are women with emotions, wishes and hopes that we put behind us for the betterment of the kingdom,” Layana said her eyes flashing “Do enlighten me, what exactly can the precious jewels of the kingdom do for its people?” Declan mocked arrogantly. “Jewels? You compare us to items devoid of emotions, but yes, like jewels, we will be given away to the highest bidder. So before assuming princesses are simply there to play dress up and have tea parties, remember our lives are not simply fun and games!”

Tracy Brooks was the only survivor of a fatal car accident that involved her and her parents. She grew up as an orphan child in the care of Mr Edward Parker - a billionaire. Naive, she thought Mr Edward Parker had been too kind after the passing of her parents. So when he arranged for her to marry his son Charles Parker who was against the marriage - she gladly accepted. Tracy had a crush on Charles since childhood, and she thought he would make a great husband. She committed three years of her life to their marriage - and during that time, she paused her dream of becoming a tv personality. Tracy's love was unrequited. She tried her best to make Charles love her. But he was done pretending. Charles finally came clear and broke her heart on no other day but her 28th birthday. The same day that marked their third wedding anniversary and also the day her parents were involved in an accident that killed her mum on the spot. "I'm done pretending. Let's put an end to this charade. I want a divorce, Tracy!" As the years progressed, Tracy became a well-known television personality. She hosted a show called "Ties That Bind." - a relationship show where she read letters from anonymous viewers who had relationship issues and needed advice and help. Her ex-husband regretted his actions and wanted her back. But there was a third party in the picture he must conquer to win her back.

Xander (Alexander Michelle) is hated by his family not because he was the sole survivor of the tragic accident that claimed the lives his parents. He’s hated because his father left everything to him—every cent, every asset, the entire Michelle empire. But, the Will provided a clause: until he is married, he can't assess his fortune. For twenty years, Xander was cast out, exiled by the same man who now reminds him of the clause— the same man who spent the last two decades burning through what wasn’t his—his grandfather, Jacob Michelle. Now, Xander is back. And he’s furious. He is ready to marry just to reclaim what’s his. But there’s another condition: he must marry the woman his grandfather chooses: Tatiana Richardson (Tiana), a woman who is willing to marry Xander to escape harassment from her uncle and her mother's taunts. Both are desperate to get what they want, Xander, his fortune and Tiana, her freedom. But freedom isn’t that simple. A deal is struck: 7-days-marriage. No strings. No real vows. Just seven days to fulfill a legal requirement. Will this be enough for Tiana to gain the freedom from her problems? Will these seven days be a total freedom for Tatiana when Xander sees her as nothing but a desperate woman after his money, just like his family? Will there be a chance where Xander will take a pause and look differently at Tiana when he doesn't believe she is as feeble as she looks, especially since Tiana has his grandfather's backing?