A Traitor To Memory Novels & Stories

“That’s truly shameful, more so than a surname ever could be.” “Really?” he snapped. “So you think a pack trying to protect themselves by removing someone with an infamous past, is worse than having the same infamous surname as two different known killers? Really?” “You’re shaming me!” I exclaimed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t I your mate? Aren’t you supposed to, oh, trust me?! What could I ever do to you?” There was a beat of silence. “Your father never killed his alpha, only his beta.”

I mumbled rubbing the edge of the paper against my finger pulp. “First gain their trust. It will take some time. Zaroon should have some kind of trust on you too although he wouldn’t. He is hard to break.” Uncle said and with that he cut the call. I took a deep breath as gaining trust was a long-time process and I had to stay for a long time for that. Staying here give me the same level of passion for revenge and guilt at the same time when I saw these people smiling and talking to me. But when I recalled what they have done I started to hate the same smiles and laughs. Everything was fake. These smiles were fake as it wasn’t possible to smile with a full heart after having load of killing s

"The Family always protects its own. But Vincent, if someone betrays the Family, the consequences are severe. You understand that, right?" "I understand. I would never betray the Marconi family. And I would never betray you." He looked me right in the eye, as if he truly believed every word. That's the most dangerous thing about liars. Eventually, they even manage to lie to themselves. "Good," I said, raising my wine glass. "To our future." "To our future." The clink of our glasses sounded like a promise. The promise of the perfect revenge.

I clenched my hands. He does not know that. Besides, my love is enough for the both of us. When she wakes up and remembers who I am she will love me. All I have ever done was for her. She will forgive me. She will love me again. She will see that all I was trying to do was reunite us. “She will never love a traitor. A coward. When her memory comes back. You are going to regret it. She will want you dead.” “You are wrong,” I whispered, trying to brush off his words.

Maryam muttered. "You, why didn't you tell her what really happened? Or were you scared that she'll judge your bae? But I want you to keep this in mind I will forever hate you, both of you for putting me in this trauma. And by Allah I know that he will judge us on that faithful day cus he is the all knower. He knows what bad and good things we are going to act. So thank you Isma'il and Maryam." With that she left not bothering to look back at them talkless of hearing their insults.

Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you The light turned green. The silver gray Mercedes S600 cruised down the freeway, travelling south. There's a time that I remember When I did not know no pain When I believed in forever And everything would stay the same Ethan was sitting in the front passenger seat with so much soft leather around him that he could barely hear the 389 horsepower,6-liter engine...

"Goodness me, the truth has finally come to light. My heart goes out to the intern for becoming their victim when he's just a fresh graduate." "I'm deeply disappointed. If not for the new technology that extracts memories for the trial, Aaron's life would have been ruined." "It's Leia that frustrates me the most. She's an absolute piece of trash! It's bad enough that she cheated on her partner, but to be this evil and plot against her ex-boyfriend? She's a monster."

“After what happened with the last woman, you really want to bring another traitor into the heart of our pack? You want to give Luna's seat to someone from a clan we despise?” I clenched my jaw. Mentioning my first mate was the quickest way to unleash the monster within me. The room seemed to suddenly lack oxygen when the name ‘that woman’ was implied. The memory of ten years ago flashed through my mind, blood in the snow, a revolver, and the scent of betrayal I could never erase from my memory. Inside, I hissed. I know she's a traitor, Zandaya. I pulled the trigger, remember? But what came out of my mouth was only a cold, controlled voice.

Damon didn’t have time for doubt; he needed answers, and he needed them now. Without a second thought, Damon arranged a private meeting with the suspected traitor. They met in an isolated area, far from the safe house. The confrontation was inevitable. Damon had the proof, and now it was time to face the truth. The traitor tried to deny everything, but Damon wasn’t fooled. The more they spoke, the more Damon could see the cracks in their story. The lies were too smooth, too rehearsed. The traitor's guilt hung heavy in the air. The confession came slowly, reluctantly, but it came nonetheless. The traitor admitted to everything—feeding information to the enemy, undermining the mission, and com

Disgusted, I pushed Jayden away from me. "You're making it sound so easy. You're legally dead now, and our marriage was terminated after that. Why would I spend the rest of my life with you when I'm the heiress of the Hanson family? Oh, right. I know that you falling off a cliff was a lie all along. Nellie never saved you. You never lost your memories." Jayden stood there, gasping for breath, as if he had just suffered a terrible shock. "It was just temporary! I didn't know it was you who saved my grandma! Please don't say things out of anger… I know you still care about me."