A Mashup Of Memories Novels & Stories

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

I said to Fabian, "Honestly, I don't remember much of our past." His eyes grew red-rimmed when he heard me, but he forced a smile. "Anya, I came to confess something. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I think I should tell you the truth," he said. "Do you remember the vitamins I gave you a few months ago? They weren't really vitamins but an experimental drug I developed. They can erase parts of a person's memory, and they haven't been released outside the lab."

He argued with me. “Look, as soulmates, she’ll feel the pull, too. Once she learns what we are, she’ll understand. Nothing will go wrong, she just needs to spend time with us. With her losing her memories, we are now on even footing with Zach.” I told him. “Dude, that’s a fucked up way to think with her not being able to remember anything.” He said. “That may be true, but it’s the reality of the situation.” I explained.

A flicker of audio with a missing line, unreadable characters instead of his usual processing code. Not just skipped, but damaged and I stare at it for a long time. Because I know what I heard and if I’m right… it’s not a glitch. It’s a memory.

So, what can you do? "My enhancement name is Memories... I think that's self-explanatory." "Wait... last time I used you, I was seeing the future, and you told me you'd show tomorrow? How is that related to memories?" "I was only trying to show the memories of your future self. I concluded it was the most befitting choice." "Woah... That's convenient, but can I use 'memories' on others?" "Yes, but you have to touch their foreheads."

They danced under my touch, warping into shapes I didn’t recognize, letters folding into themselves like origami folding in on some terrible, impossible pattern. Then it hit me. A memory, or was it a feeling? like a bolt of lightning cutting through the fog in my mind. It wasn’t mine alone. It belonged to Dream. Something he had buried, something that had driven every one of his choices I’d ever witnessed. I sat up straighter, heart hammering, as the system pulsed, a single line of text sharp and cruel against the chaos: > Host: memory merge in progress.

Memories began to flood his thoughts, like a reel of moments frozen in time. One particular memory stood out—a snapshot of him and Andrea, their faces adorned with smiles, indulging in ice cream. He couldn't resist the urge to relive that moment. With a few taps on his phone, he brought up the cherished selfie. The image of the young girl with her radiant smile and striking resemblance to Maiari filled his screen.

Freedom "I am now chasing my happiness and I hope you'll chase yours too. Sorry for all the troubles that I made but I hope we can meet in the future when we finally achieved our dreams." I smiled again as I remembered the message that my fiancé sent me. Oh! It's now ex-fiancé since the engagement was off. Though, I didn't expect him to be this nice. How unfortunate I didn't see his face and know his name.

"I-Is this real? Velda…" I was losing strength. The stabbing pain in my head came in waves, each stronger than the last. I could feel my wolf mourning and slowly weakening, but the memory crystal would not stop there. It would keep draining my life until it'd played every core memory tied to the three werewolves or until I died. … The memory crystal flashed again and began to extract the second memory. This time, the light was focused on Lorcan on the tribune. His heart sank as a cold, ominous dread washed over him.

I felt the weight of forgotten memories pressing in on me again. Suddenly, everything blurred. The room faded away, and I was transported back to the rooftop again, the screams, the blaring sounds echoing in my ears. My temples throbbed as flashes of memory assaulted me. I could see Samuel running towards me, desperation etched on his face, but the details were a jumbled mess, swirling in chaos. “Lana!” The scream reverberated in my mind, piercing through the haze. The sound felt so real, a haunting reminder of what I had lost. I gripped the edge of the table, trying to steady myself, but the memories only grew louder, drowning out my thoughts.