A Tale Of Memories Novels & Stories

“You should head back. They will wonder where you’ve gone. There’s a river nearby, where you can wash yourself. In case my scent is on you.” “You need to be more careful. If I can find you, so can they. There are more workers and soldiers coming.” She sighed, “it’s the fucking memories. I can’t control when they come back. It’s like those witches opened up the floodgates and the memories keep on coming through.” If what she was saying was true, then Mona was one of the strongest women, hell, people, I knew. To keep going after all this? “Is there anyone you can trust?” I asked her.

“Why’s that? What if something awful happened and someone wanted to forget all about it?” Lowering the lid onto the cauldron, he fanned the steam away and crossed his arms. Looking like a proper teacher at that moment, he raised his brow to his wife. “A depravity because these memories, no matter how horrible, serve to protect us, Tessa. Just look at the two of us. Billy could have easily stolen our memories of what happened, wiped them away with the flick of his wrist.”

“Yes, if the rain does not stop until noon, we just have a closing ceremony then go home. That's what I heard.” “Hear from where?” Debbie is curious how others can know such things. Though if Debbie had paid a little attention to her surroundings, she would also have been able to know like the others. “The mentor gave orders to the senior." Amy replied innocently. Debbie took a deep breath. “Our memories are full of General rainwater...” Lamented, the rain that fell only made her spirit overflow. “Dude, what can we do?”

"I know it's been hard for you since you got back to the mansion, but try to remember everything, Yvanna." "How about the seven years of maltreatment, insults, and physical abuse? Could we use them to put all of them behind bars?" I asked, my trembling voice filled with conviction and perseverance. "What do you mean?" Tanner frowns as he steals a glimpse at me. And I knew what he was trying to emphasize. So I confessed. "I started remembering everything, Tanner. Those memories. I remembered everything since yesterday. And I haven't told anyone but you." Dismay and suspicion were marked on Tanner's forehead as he adjusted his face back to the road. "But how come you still remember me? Aren't

"Happy to see me? I'm your coworker now!" "It's so good to have you here." I smiled and pulled her in for a hug, feeling glad to have a friend by my side at work. "By the way, how much do you remember about the past?" she curiously asked after we let go. I frowned and tried to recall, but a lot of memories were missing. Seeing my troubled expression, she gently explained, "You took a memory loss pill and forgot many things. If you can't remember, don't force it."

I ask Tessa the next day as we tour a lakeside venue. She’s running her hand along the wooden railing of the dock, testing its sturdiness. “A warning? Like a prophecy?” I shrug. “A vision. Something real.” She gives me a sideways glance. “Is this a Luna thing? Getting dreams now?” I sigh knowing I have to tell her about our line. “No. I'm like Ma’ma, well more like her family.” Tessa's eyes go wide. “ You have the sight.” “Kind of. It's called walking memory. I can kind of see some possibilities of futures to come but with the caveat of it feeling like I am living it.”

He moved to the machine, pressed three buttons, and then handed three metal helmets to my parents and Steve. “Mr. Zeller,” he explained carefully, “once the three of you sit down and put these helmets on, you’ll be able to view the subject’s memories through the built-in visual interface. Based on her brain activity, she’ll only be able to recall three memories. Anything beyond that is extremely dangerous and could cause brain damage, seizures, bleeding, or permanent memory loss.” “Three times is enough. The first one should be about Emily’s disappearance. She definitely knows something,” Steve said impatiently as he grabbed a helmet and sat down beside me.

"I found a way to make you remember all the good times we had." He took a delicate crystal vial from his pocket. It was filled with a liquid as clear as water, sparkling in the moonlight. "This is water from the legendary Spring of Memories," Cayden's eyes lit up with hope. "It can safely restore your memories, without any pain." I stared at the vial. "Why would I want to restore my memory?" "Because you need to know the truth!" Cayden said, his voice rising with excitement. "You need to know how much we loved each other!"

It was all too fresh, too raw. The sun was beginning to set as I continued making my way home, painting the sky in deepening shades of orange and pink that cast long shadows across the sidewalk. With every step, I felt the pleasant soreness between my legs and the subtle ache higher up from where his fingers had explored me earlier. It served as a constant, secret reminder of the price I had paid for my freedom that day. My pussy still felt slick and tender, occasionally sending a warm flutter through me when my thighs brushed together. The memory made my breath catch.

I leaned into it without hesitation. “Tell me something,” I said, voice calm, almost curious. “Where were you when the tip came in?” Tessa’s smile didn’t move. “Not here.” “Where?” I pressed, gentle. Her gaze stayed locked on mine. “Why would I remember?” I lifted my shoulders in a small shrug. “Because you’re the kind of woman who remembers leverage.” Tessa’s fingers curled once against her knee. Then she said, lightly, “I remember people. Not dates.”