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His arms grabbed me. His voice came again. One last time. Calling my name. But I was already gone. Engulfed in absolute darkness. THE NEXT MORNING. Heat. That was the first I felt. Heavy. Suffocating. Then came the memory of last night. It crashed into my mind. And slowly, I began remembering. The text. The ride to Cipher's mansion. My entire plan to steal back my suppressants. It all seemed perfect then I remembered the whole walk through the hallway. The moans.

"But Ava, if you start digging into the year you forgot, the Vances will know. They’ll realize the girl who 'fell' didn't just survive—she came back to finish the story." I stood up, the amnesia no longer a fog, but a map I was finally learning to read. "Let them realize it. I’ve already forgotten my life once. I have nothing left to lose by remembering it now." As I walked toward the window, looking out toward the hazy silhouette of the city, I felt a strange chill. Somewhere in that skyline, a man named Julian was either waiting for me—or waiting to make sure I never remembered his face again.

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.

On what we chose not to remember. The figure kept walking, and each step seemed to draw something unseen out of the world. The crowd began to stir again, not in panic this time, but confusion. A few looked around, dazed. “I… forgot where I am,” someone murmured. Another blinked rapidly. “Why was I here? Who are you people?” It wasn’t killing. It was erasing. Sariah stepped forward before Dain could stop her. “Enough!” The figure paused. It didn’t turn.

Cold air slaps me in the face, the kind that smells like mold, old wood, and secrets. I flick on the light to the highest and begin to walk into the room. Every step feels like I am walking deeper into someone’s memory. Her memory. I take one look around the attic and take a deep breath. “Now, let's find out what really happened to the late Sophia Romano” I say to myself.

I stated confidently. Even though I was without my memories and only remembered the last 4 days that didn’t truly effect who I was. I had learned that I didn’t need my memories to have a personality or to know what I wanted. “You took a tour.” Lucas asked in a conspicuous tone. I rolled my eyes as I looked at his stern gaze. “The person you had with me was not in the lobby or hallway when I finished my appointment so I left.” I stated confidently. He had insisted having someone with me at all times until my memories came back. At first I was okay with it because I was horrified when I woke up but that was than. The familiarity of everything slowly helped to bring a sense of ease and now afte

We've had our ups and downs but it was all worth it, I got the man of my dreams, a beautiful family and the peace of mind I always craved. Short chapter I know 😩😩 Just had to put this up Finally we're done with sin My longest book so far The Walker series has come to an end You can read them as a stand alone In the following order for better entertainment Faded (Walker series book 1) Tony's Book Running (Walker series book 2) Alex's Book Fallen Angel (Walker series book 3) Rhys's Book Possession (Walker series book 4) Ethan's Book Sin (Walker series book 5) Tristan's Book

My fingers gripped my phone tight, almost smashing it, knuckles white. “Just don’t fight it.” The thought of the whole White family being dead hissed like steam behind my ears. I blinked hard, forcing myself to just move. Left foot. Right. Keep walking. But to nowhere exactly and no matter how many steps I took, this motherfucker kept drawing nearer to me, as if I was walking on a treadmill. I begged myself to forget. To lose my memory. To scream. To pass out. But something about the man behind me kept me restless.

We spent the next hour walking and talking, reminiscing about our lives in the city—the crowded coffee shops, the endless movie options, the simple miracle of hot water on demand—clinging to the desperate, probably naive hope that the infection, the madness, was contained solely to Paron Island, that the world we remembered was still spinning, untouched, just waiting for our return. After our walk, Elise departed, leaving me with a renewed sense of restlessness. The brief foray outside had awakened a need for more substantial movement. I decided to venture further than I had in days, setting my sights on the dining hall. It was a small goal, but it felt like planning an expedition to a dista

At the party the night before our wedding, I came across a couples' challenge post online: [If I weren't an option, who would you most want to marry?] I smiled as I asked my fiance, Julian Hayes. He didn't hesitate. "Vivian." Vivian Bennett was my younger sister. My best friend chimed in. "Honestly, Vivian does understand him best. Every time you two fight, she's the one who stays up talking to Julian until dawn." Vivian reached over and gave him a playful punch on the chest. "Better keep your fiance in line, sis. Can't have him pining after me all the time." The whole table erupted in laughter. My mother, Margaret Bennett, gave an amused tsk. "It's just a joke. Besides, Vivian never complai