Why Are My Arm Veins So Visible Novels & Stories

Harper Oh boy is Levi hot right now. His arm is hanging out of the truck, and I can see the veins literally popping in his forearms and those tatts and that dark ink that runs up to the bottom of his T-shirt sleeve is sure making me want to squeeze my thighs together. “Are you okay? You look, well like red, are you blushing or something?” Dylan asks me.

She just stretches her arm without concern, while continuing to watch television very attentively. For my part, I prepared the instruments and then disinfected her arm with alcohol. "It will hurt a little." I warned her while I knew in advance that most patients get nervous when they see a needle, but she was very calm. I can immediately see that she has quite a few bruises, I guess she has been hospitalized for a long time. I slowly put a rubber band around his arm, and then tap him a few times in the area of his forearm where the cephalic vein is. While I tap the vein becomes inflamed and gives me good visibility.

Lior's right hand moves to the left forearm, pressing against it, and the motion exposes the inside of the wrist for a moment before being covered again. But a moment is enough. The veins beneath the skin have darkened. Not the deep bruised color of normal vampire circulation. Something darker than that. Something that runs in thin branching lines up toward the elbow the way frost patterns run across glass, black at the center and fading to dark gray at the edges, spreading even as Lucian watches in the second before Lior covers the arm again. Lior looks up. Meets Lucian's eyes with the gold gaze that has never looked uncertain until this moment.

His pupils were dilated, the whites of his eyes were covered with blue veins, his blue irises were surrounded by blood redlining that was slowly eating the blues of his eyes. At this time I was shaking with fear. My hands were trembling uncontrollably as my legs went numb. I didn't realize that I was breathing heavily. I could feel his rage and anger, the vexation I provided him. My eyes darted from his face and fell on his arm slowly afraid of what I might say, that was pinning me against the wall. Oh god! The veins of his arms were darker than blue, one could easily mistake it for black. They were spread throughout his arms like roots.

His cheekbones are a gift from God and his jawline is as sharp as a new knife. Even though he hides under large hoodies, it's obvious that he's extremely well-built underneath. Even at a glance, his hands are just as intimidating. The size of them alone can make someone uneasy, along with the long, slender fingers adding to the shape. The prominent veins running along his arm also add to some of the attractiveness of his arms alone. Am I drooling over a man's limbs? Yes, I am. Give me a break, I've been eyeing this man for three whole years.

His palm was warm, large, and firm, fingers tightening around my skin as if he could easily twist my arm if he wished. “What are you doing?” he demanded. “You're hurting me,” I said coldly, trying to pull back slightly. “I need to make sure you don't see me.” His voice dropped deeper. “Why can't I—ugh!” He winced suddenly, releasing my wrist as his hand shot toward his shoulder. His nails dug into the muscle as pain tore through him. Under the faint moonlight, I could see the ugly discoloration spreading across his arm, blue veins darkening into black beneath his skin.

It glances off his chest with a hard thump. Instead of falling over, he pauses, then looks at me with murder in his eyes. Ares is in awful shape, but his anger is beyond feeling mortal pain. I try to secure my sword with both hands, but it’s impossible. My bad arm feels numb, but not numb like I would expect it to with a severe shoulder injury. I look down at my arm. Black veins are spreading down to my fingers. I crane my neck to see my shoulder. The edges of the wound are black and peeling away from my body.

I know he's hiding something from me to Alexer. I got up from my bed and drag myself into the bathroom. I wash my face to freshen up my feeling. But while I'm crouching my head to wash up I notice the running black veins both in my arms. It's visible. It looks like a crawling tiny snake and I tried to erase it with running water but it's still there. I can feel the tension in my body while looking for a way to get it. " What's this thing?", I mumbled. I quickly dried my hands with a wash towel but the fear in my heart risen when this thing wasn't a normal stain like paint. It's inside my body. This is my first time seeing this kind of mark on a human being like me. I ran to my bed and I get

He was standing by the door with his legs crossed and his arms around his chest, hands tucked under his arms—effortlessly handsome. I didn't realize he was in a casual short-sleeve tee until my eyes landed on his muscles; they were just like years ago, or maybe even more muscular as the veins were more visible now. I don't know what was happening, as I couldn't pull my eyes from his arms.

She looks down at her arms. It takes a moment to understand what she is seeing. The light outside is the diffuse light of a city at two in the morning, not moonlight directly, but the ambient glow that carries enough of the moon's quality to register differently on certain surfaces. Her forearms are resting on the window ledge, sleeves pushed up from carrying Lior, and along the inner surface of each — from the inside of the wrist, tracing the line of the vein to the crease of the inner elbow — there is something that is not quite a mark and not quite a shine and is, when she looks at it directly, unmistakably present.