A Walk To Remember Novels & Stories

Pleasantries! This is Mics Artemia, the author of A Trip To Remember. This introduction note was written to advise you to read A Trip To Your Heart first before reading this one since this is a Duology. A Trip To Remember is A Trip To Your Heart's sequel. The latter is still unedited, so, I apologize for errors that you will encounter upon reading. You will find the first book on my profile page, with the same theme as the book cover of A Trip To Remember.

Then I say it slowly and with much thought, “Yes, I do. I don’t think I will ever get over you. But, under the conditions you wanted me to live, I cannot. I refuse to share you with anyone, and I certainly don’t wish to have anyone else. That is a fact. So, if you feel that I am not good enough, and you need to have more than one, I am not your woman.” “Kaitlyn.” He says and then his voice trails off. He looks at me again with those eyes filled with hurt and I realize finally that I must leave before he wins. Opening the door, I get out and walk quickly to the office. As I enter the building, Mr. Sandhill stares at me and then approaches. Crap! I am late and he has no idea why. Now,

On the day of his fifth wedding anniversary with Hazel Fresco, Jack Brook was the only one dining in the restaurant. He was about to get up and leave when a waiter, Kai Wallace, walked in carrying his favorite dessert. He was puzzled. “Didn’t you say this was sold out?” Kai panicked. “I’m sorry, Mr. Brook. This is for the room next door. I saw the reservation was under Mrs. Brook’s name, so I figured you two had booked the same room. My mistake.” Jack was stunned. “Wait, so you’re telling me the people in the room next door are with my wife?” That was impossible. Hazel had just texted him, saying that she was still on a business trip abroad and would not be back until the next day.

"Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world." Did this mean if time travel existed and that if she took part in it, she wouldn't remember anything from the new world? Like she would lose her memories? Thalia doubted it. She flipped through the book, inspecting it more cautiously. She wasn't exactly a superstitious person in any way, so there was no way all this was real. Shrugging her shoulders, she searched for a pen in her bag and recited the popular saying under her breath, "There's no harm in trying…"

But now, all it was was a monument to betrayal and broken promises. I drew a deep breath to inhale the memories threatening to surface. This was not a homecoming. It was a battlefield, and there was no way I would walk in unarmed. One more flick of adjustment to the neatness of my dress, I rolled my shoulders back and walked up to the front entrance.

The stars were coming back. Not in a rush—just flickers, cautious pulses, like they were testing the air, trying to decide if it was safe to shine again. Each silver spark stitched a piece of the sky together, soft and slow, like the world was remembering how to breathe. Azriel walked at the front, quiet, steady. The Remembered followed behind him—dozens of them, maybe more, their white-lit eyes glowing like distant lanterns. They didn’t speak. They didn’t carry weapons. They didn’t need to.

“That your listening lesson is over, now, you must learn to walk. We leave for the Grove in one hour, not to charge Caleb’s gate, to walk the old path. The stone path. And hope the land remembers the way.” An hour later, we stood at the edge of the Haven, at the base of a sheer rock wall, Morwen placed her hand on the stone. “The path is not on the ground.” she murmured. “It is in the memory of the stone. To walk it, you must step into the past.” She looked at me, her blind eyes solemn. “The stone must trust you enough to show you the way, ask it.” I placed my hand beside hers on the cold rock. “Please, " I thought, pouring all my need, my love for Rafe, my determination into the request, “

"Get some good rest tonight. I'll come pick you up tomorrow." He closed the door and left. I glanced down at the jar of warm milk. In the chilly air, that soothing heat spread from my palm all the way up my arm, warming me from the inside out. I touched my chest, feeling a strange fullness. ... Chase and I never made it to that 6 p.m. movie, our plans derailed by the whims of the weather. A sudden blizzard had blanketed the town, making cabs impossible to hail. He hadn't brought his car, so I suggested we catch the last bus instead.

Like it’s carrying something with it. Something familiar. I Walk Forward Slowly Each step feels heavier than the last. Like I’m walking into something I can’t walk back out of. The Door Right in front of me. Close enough to touch. But I hesitate. Just for a second. Because Once I Go Inside— There’s no going back. My Hand Lifts Slowly. Fingers brushing against the surface. And the moment I touch it— The Memory Explodes Not a fragment. Not a glimpse. A full moment.

Now that he's gone, isn't that exactly what you wanted? Jenny found herself wondering what I really meant to her. She had never been able to figure it out, and the confusion had always left her uneasy. But now that I was gone, she finally understood that the person she truly cared about had been me all along. I had risked my life to pull her out of the fire. I had taken care of her in thoughtful ways. I could even sense her frustration and unspoken thoughts. Somewhere along the way, she had slowly forgotten about Ian Wembley during the time we spent together.