A Misty Memory Novels & Stories

Anne-Marie & James Arthur : Rewrite The Stars 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 "Didn't expect, we can meet here." I just smiled. Ah, a nostalgic day. Meeting people from the past, which brings me back to back, when ... Should I mention it? Hm ... Let everything be a beautiful memory and a tangled memory that runs in my head and be a lesson for my future life. Continue to walk into the future without continuing to fall into the past. The years are down, and it's time to get up and turn over a new leaf.

I wasn't one to stand for bullying, especially toward a girl I was beginning to see as a close friend. I was going to advise her to let Alix know about it when a Mistdove flew through my open window and landed on my bed, making us squeak in surprise. It was a white mistdove with dots of blue colors scattered across several parts of its tiny white body. It was Milli, my aunt's mistdove. The tiny dove chirped at me as if waiting for me to do something.

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

A trembling hand almost dropped the mug that was raised to her lips. - Sapphire ... - I repeated the scratched memory word in a whisper. - Sapphire... One simple word, accidentally popped up to compare the color of the eyes, was spinning in my head, causing an attack of pain in my temples, but did not want to form at least some semblance of a memory. And at the same time, somewhere on the verge of consciousness, I felt a plaintive groan. Someone asked to remember, begged to remember at least something! But this request was felt not in words, but rather on an emotional plane.

“My lady?” “Where have you been the whole effin night?” “My lady,” she said, her eyes kinda confuse, “this place has no day or night. But let's say I'm away the whole night, perhaps because I'm enjoying the feast?” “Feast?” She shrugged, trying hard to hide the confussion in her eyes. “Well-” “Don't you dare to hide a single information from me, Misty!” I almost couldn't stop myself from bursting out. Misty kinda shaken but only sigh after. She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-”

"On the other hand…" Evan looked at Misty, who stopped halfway through her sentence. "The employer made it clear that you may not recover your memories if you keep depending on him for answers." Evan frowned, unable to refute this. He had lost all his memories ever since regaining consciousness and felt uncomfortable. He had agreed to return to Angelbay to find what he had lost. Misty poured him a glass of water and asked, "Sir, how do you feel about Ms. Shenton?" Evan answered coldly, "How would you feel when someone unknown suddenly comes to you?"

"Dark skies are hard to leave when the sun wakes up. Because another night will be waiting to see the darkness. Every twinkle of the star gives hope. The light that the star gives is the one that gives us direction, so don't think that you have nothing direction because someone is guiding you." Tyrel smiled and looked at Haru. "T-that poem, seems like I've heard it before." "Haru, you said that to me before." Haru bowed her head at what Tyrel said. "Haru, you forgot everything, but you will never lose it in your heart. You can't even tell me the reason why you forgot your memories, I know you have a reason. Haru, when you saw Jared, were you happy?" Haru nodded and spoke softly.

“I had a talk with Kai, sorry. Future Alpha Raider and it brought back a memory. But it wasn’t like how I normally remember. This was like bits and pieces. Several moments instead of one long memory.” “So tell us the moments.” I growled. “Fine. Fuck, you’re impatient. This isn’t easy, you know.” Mona said. “First thing I remember was going somewhere. Like a cabin in the woods. I don’t know with who, but I was still young. Then I remember lying on a table on my stomach and my back hurt. Then. Then. Sorry, I just need a second.” Mona said and she started to cry. Mary came over and gave her a hug. But Mona shook her head, “no, I’m okay. I can do this.”

Lula Rios slid a straw into her cup, her eyes lighting up. "Wow! I only mentioned wanting extra tapioca once, and you actually remembered?" My boyfriend, Todd Rossi, shrugged. "I remember everything about you." The private room erupted in immediate teasing. "Alright, we get it, big brain!" "Man, I'm so jealous of Harper. With Todd's steel-trap memory, birthdays and anniversaries must be a breeze." Todd turned to me with a smile. I just sipped my mineral water and kept my eyes down, offering no response.

"Do you remember who I am?" I gripped the edge of the desk until my knuckles turned a ghostly white. The name—Myst—brushed against my memory like a phantom. A sudden, sharp vertigo washed over me. I tried to anchor myself to the present, to the paperwork piled in front of me, but the silence stretched, thickening with every passing second. I looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the echoes of a night I had long since pushed into the periphery of my mind. The night before everything changed. The night I met Ares. "I..." My voice sounded thin, brittle. I cleared my throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "I-I don’t know what to say. It’s all so hazy. But I do recall… we ha