A Traitor To Memory Novels & Stories

" Ian still had on the same silver-gray suit from before, but it was now stained and filthy. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were bloodshot. Honestly, if Ian had paid even the slightest attention to the answers he copied onto his own answer sheets, he would've noticed something was wrong much sooner. Unfortunately, he trusted Shirley too much, just like I had trusted her in my previous life. "Ian, trust me! Repeat the year next year, and I promise I'll help you get into Alpheno College! If not next year, then the year after!" The moment Shirley repeated the exact same words she once told me, something inside Ian finally snapped.

He was pulling away from me. One night, I could not hold it back anymore. "Are you planning to leave, Ethan?" He froze then turned to look at me, a complicated emotion in his eyes. "Why would you think that?" "You keep dodging me. You keep going out." My voice lowered. "Are you remembering your family? Or maybe your old pack?" He stayed quiet for a long time before he finally nodded. "I remembered a few things. I'm not a Rogue. I'm the leader of a pack. A traitor used a unique Wolfsbane on me. That's why I lost my memory."

"Tsk, tsk. Even dead, you're still covering for me. I should've played with you a few more times. Seems you liked me better than your husband, after all." Trisha snapped sharply, "This psycho bitch tampered with the memory! She was determined to drag Roland down with her even in her final moments!" Trembling, I looked at Roland's shattered expression. How I wished none of the memories were true. I was already dead, so my reputation meant nothing anymore. At least this way, I could still guard the secret Wyatt and Margie paid with their lives to keep—to prevent Roland from ever knowing the truth. But unfortunately, once the Memory Decryptor started, there was no stopping it. And since I was d

The scar lay quietly against his skin, a dark, raised ridge that matched the vision perfectly. "No." His voice was barely a whisper, as if he were talking to himself. "It wasn't me." "I never went to that meadow. I never... never touched Echo." He whipped his head around to glare at the witch on the dais, his pupils shifting into slits as a crimson fury flooded his eyes. "Your magic is flawed! Someone has tampered with this memory!" The witch flinched, but she still shook her head, her voice trembling. "Alpha, memory magic cannot be altered; it can only be witnessed. I swear by the witch's creed, this vision is the absolute truth, the deepest imprint burned into the Luna's soul."

My heart was pounding painfully against my chest. He muttered something under his breath. “Zane has been great. He had filled me in on my whereabouts for the last few days and Trevor’s death. He was a traitor.” he spat out the name in disgust and I shivered. He continued. “Lucas has been plotting this for a while now. With the council on our side, I plan to strike back. As soon as I regain my memory.” I splashed water on my face. “Did she tell you when you'll be fully healed?”

This was high-pitched and ear-shattering. “You….you are a traitor of your kind. I should have killed both of you when I had the chance-" she was cut off when Kael pierced the other knife on her body again. Their eyes both burned in anger and hatred. A flashback of how my mother stabbed my father filled my sight. The melodies rung on my ear, forcing me to shout to ease the pain. The waves came to me, I tried to go back at the shore until everything shut and fell silent. Finally.

“I’d rather give up surgery. I do not wish to run into your mother again and get accused of having flirted with her naïve daughter. I have better things to take care of.” That memory triggered a laugh from me, “It’s been years, Mark. Would you let that story rest in a grave?” “Easy for you to say. That memory still haunts me in my dreams. I have PTSD from it.” “That’s brutal! But yeah, my mom can traumatize one’s life so I won’t fight you on it.” He sighed from the other end and gone was his playful mood, “I can’t believe how you hold it together, Rach. I mean, your childhood was a legit trauma. I don’t know how you got past it.”

Allison asked, then looked at me. Tito nodded before speaking again. "Stefano is my best friend, but he betrayed me. We had a business together, but he robbed me and took Annie away from me. He made up a story that caused Annie to leave me," he continued to say. "I endured the hardship for a long time because I didn't want to lower my pride just to get back to Adie. Until I couldn't take it anymore, I killed Stefano," he added, causing my eyes to widen.

"Lottie, it's just us here. The tent's zipped up, totally safe." Russell Odom's voice was smooth and suggestive as he wrapped his arms around me, his fingers brushing at my clothes. I shivered, spinning to face him. The memory of my death burned in my mind, fueling a hatred stronger than my fear. In my past life, those same words had lured me into trusting him, believing the wilderness hid us from prying eyes. I gave in, only for two thugs to stumble upon us.

As long as he made up his mind not to do something, he was not going to do it irrespective of who I was. Now, I didn't know what was the difference between me and an ordinary person. I wasn’t enjoying any form of benefit as his lover in any way. Apart from the fact that he made love to me. But that was bullshit! That was not enough, and it shouldn’t be on the list because he could make love to anyone. He could cheat on me with any woman he wanted to, and it wouldn’t mean anything. My father was branded a traitor until his death. He died with the weight of that accusation pressing down on his name.