Why Are My Arm Veins So Visible Novels & Stories

Breaking away from the opening in Nyree's arm, he squatted down, pinched Braint's nose gently and patted his face. "The skin of a young child is really good." Vincent couldn't help sighing with emotion. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Look at my skin." The man rolled up his sleeves and Beau saw that there were pinholes all over his arm. There were holes left in the blood vessels by all kinds of needles. It was not an exaggeration to call it a sieve-like arm. One could tell that for the past twenty years, this man had never stopped being pricked.

That final foot would never land. The hand gripping the sword began to shake. At first, just a faint tremor in the knuckles. Then his entire hand convulsed violently, like an old man too frail to hold a teacup steady. He stared down at his own hand, his pupils shrinking to needlepoints. Black veins erupted beneath his skin, starting from his fingertips. They didn't surface from the outside. They leaked upward from within his blood vessels, every dark line spreading along the pathways of his veins.

she replied. Clutching tightly at her arm, he then said, “Listen to me, Vee. I need you to use your hand and work with me to bandage your wound.” Vivian had already calmed down after getting used to the darkness. She knew there were a lot of arteries and veins in the human thighs. Once injured, it might lead to massive blood loss and eventually, death. She did not want to die yet, or at least, she did not want to die here. She asked calmly, “Is it an artery or a vein?”

The veins on his clasped hands popped and his eyes were about three shades darker, adding to his already intimidating exterior. “And where the hell have you been?”

It was such a simple, casual gesture, but her gaze involuntarily drifted to his forearms. The fabric of his short sleeved shirt tightened slightly, outlining the definition of his muscles beneath. The play of light and shadow highlighted the contours of his arms, drawing attention to the strength coiled beneath his skin. It was a seemingly mundane act—crossing his arms—but the way his biceps flexed and the veins subtly traced their paths was strangely captivating. Unaware of her own fixation, Ashley found herself momentarily entranced by the sight. The subtle flexing of muscles brought unbidden images to her mind.

His fingers traced lightly over the skin, not touching it fully, then he shook his head. "I thought I saw it. That you had umm... some really weird mark on the back of my arm." "Mark?" I asked and turned my side to the mirror, trying hard to get a view of my elbow. Desmond pointed to it and I saw lines. Light green lines bent and curved knotted together beneath the thick skin of my elbow, then spreading out up my arm. "They're just veins," I murmured. "I didn't have it before. Maybe it was triggered by the pregnancy. Women go through changes like that."

I'm in his car, and he is personally driving me home today. I can't hide the smile on my face as I watch him drive. He notices my intense stare and turns to look at me, but I quickly look away. He doesn't say a word and moves his eyes back to the road. Once I see that he's looked away, I bring my eyes back to him. Then I stare at his exposed arm. This is the type of thing that drives girls crazy in movies. I see it a lot. They go crazy once they see their men driving with one hand. It's even crazier if that man has tattoos sneaking out through his rolled-up sleeves and thick veins lining his hand.

I was sure of it. I had lots of questions, but with the way he kept acting oblivious, I wasn't sure if I should ask. I realized I'd been holding eye contact with him for an uncomfortable amount of time and awkwardly turned away. My gaze shifted to Xlynor. He was leaned back, eyes fixed on the arena and his expression closed and unreadable. My eyes accidentally drifted down to his hand on the armrest, and then I saw it. Black veins visible through his skin, running along his fingers and stretching up into his arm like roots.

—like two notes of different frequencies being played simultaneously. Her fingers emerged from her pockets and touched his wrist. The tips of her fingers brushed against the skin on the inside of his wrist—the skin there was very thin, with veins faintly visible beneath. Blue veins resembled tributaries of a river. His pulse beat beneath her fingertips, each beat striking against her fingers at a faster rate than she had expected.

That’s why I have decided to go stir some trouble on my own. Besides, my time is running out faster than I expected. I glance at the lacy white sleeve, which has ridden up a little, exposing the black veins on my left wrist. After the necromancer did that shitty voodoo on me, the veins of my whole left arm turned black under my skin. I was horrified when I first saw my arm, but then it slowly dawned on me. Moon Goddess mentioned something about rotting. I assume it’s the starting stage of that.