A Walking To Remember Novels & Stories

When Ethan Lane came back from his business trip, he pulled two dolls out of his suitcase. One was pink, the other blue. His daughter, Nina Lane's eyes lit up for a second when she saw the pink one. But instead of reaching for it, she glanced over at Crystal Shaw, Vivian Shaw's daughter. That five-year-old girl had already stretched out her hand for the pink doll. So Nina pulled her hand back and said quietly, "I'll take the blue one." I froze. Nina's loved pink ever since she was little. Her backpack is pink, her water bottle is pink, even her hair clips are always pink. But the moment Crystal was in the picture, she stepped aside. Later, when Ethan drove Vivian and Crystal home, I ask

The day I was released from prison, a woman claiming to be my ex-wife came to take me home. Instinctively, I pulled away when she reached for my hand. "I don't know you." She frowned, assuming I was still upset. "Five years ago, we agreed that once you got out, we'd remarry. Mom's getting older, and she misses you." Hearing that, I opened the diary I always carried with me. Written inside was an instruction: 'If someone claims to be your ex-wife, go home with her.' So, I did. After I returned home, I became the perfect husband and the perfect son in their eyes. When my ex-wife seemed to be fooling around with my younger half-brother, I pretended not to notice. When my mother openly admi

“It’s okay. I’m not angry.” “You should be.” “Well, I’m not.” He looked at me steadily. “Just tell me what’s going on.” I looked at my hands in my lap. And told him everything. The club. Claire leaving. Drinking more than I should have. Waking up in a hotel room I didn’t recognize with no memory of how I got there. The note on the nightstand. The money I didn’t take. Weeks later, finding out I was pregnant by a man whose face I couldn’t remember and whose name I didn’t know.

We got to the place where the burial was held. There were quite a lot of people present, Rolly’s friends whom I last met at my wedding. I couldn’t hold my tears. I decided to put on my shades and went closer to the event. I felt all eyes were on me when I walked closer. Some people came to my family to hug and show condolences. We sat down as the procession started, a little sermon and condolence messages from different dignitaries. Pictures of all the armies who died during the war were laid including my husband as well as roses on each portrait. After the sermon, we were asked to stand and show respect as we walked to each portrait and dropped our flowers. When I got to my husband’s portra

Lucas said. Wait... Dinner? I checked my watch and it read 7:45pm. The day passed by so quickly I didn't realize that it was night-time. "Sure. Come along you two. Let's leave your father be." The children and I left the library and walked towards the kitchen. I was carrying Ana in my arms and Gavin was walking alongside us. The layout of the mansion was easy to memorize and I didn't have a hard time maneuvering my way through the different corridors and hallways.

She reminded me. "True. So there are five Grace's of Gryffindor, that bear walker. You can only differentiate them when you meet with them in person or by their title." I told her. "There's Walker the first Grace of Gryffindor, Walker the third Grace of Gryffindor, Walker the third and all the way up to the fifth." I said looking at her from time to time to make sure she understood. We soon got to the bathroom on Steyn's request and had a warm bath. After that, we toweled our bodies, stepped out and left for lunch.

As if we're here to see his wife fight and we'll only do little, minor bouts. "You're probably wondering how Shrey is still fighting despite losing her memory," he said as he continued on his way. I groaned and looked around to see if there were any more men remaining on the third floor for us to carry on to the next floor. "Uh, yes?" I responded nonchalantly, but my curiosity had already set in.

"Did something happen that I don't have any recollection of, not even my name?" Doubts and uncertainty start to form in my head, so I keep moving and walk through the bright light hoping to find something that will jog my memory. I'd been walking for who knows how long hours, days, or weeks I lost track of time. I don't feel tired or exhausted and just keep moving forward until I saw a thick fog forming not far from where I am.

Larisa said to Daisy, picked up her handbag, and walked out of the changing room. “Remember, what goes around comes around,” Ava said “You all have a nice day” She added leaving the changing room. Flora and Daisy hissed and smiled at each other. “Really? What do I even expect? Remorse? Never. Birds of a feather” Kimora said, her voice steady. “I will be outside” She added leaving the room. “Wait up, we are done,” Daisy and Flora said in unison **************************************************************************************************** Gregor sitting in his office engrossed in his system; started flipping through some papers on his table. He looked at his system and then back to the p

"Take all the time you need. Remember, Memoria will be here if and when you're ready." Leaving Memoria, I stepped back out into the world, the weight of the decision heavy upon my shoulders. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow on the streets. I walked aimlessly, lost in my thoughts, unsure of which path to take. As I wandered, my mind returned to the memories I shared with Adrian—the laughter, the tears, the stolen moments of bliss. They were etched into the very fabric of my being, and the idea of severing that connection felt like a betrayal to our love.