Anime Flashbacks Novels & Stories

Elena - POV I closed my eyes and concentrated on Letty's mind, attempting to unblock the memories cast on her. I could hear Janice's voice in Letty's head, but this time I glimpsed a fragment of the past in Letty's eyes. {Letty's **Flashback** }

FLASHBACK Brett struggled with a recurring memory which he couldn't forget no matter how hard he tried. He saw a negative vision of that night at the club. There was the silhouette of a slender person who approached him, and they had a short laugh. He could hear her voice echoing in the abyss and her enthusiastic tone, but he couldn't remember who she was. He remembered the sound of her moans, her sudden fright and his soft hands sliding down her bare skin. He remembered the coolness of the air conditioner and the intensity of their sex, but that was it! He couldn't remember any other thing; not her name or her face.

Point Of No Return Hiro Tapped in every possible way, I let out a breath and sink deeper into the couch. Wishing that I could just focus on the more familiar sight of the nine women I obliterated, rather than Ayame straddling Sokin. Once again the flash. The elusive phantoms haunting my brain, no longer bring clarity.

Why does just thinking about it pierce my heart? ~End of flashback here~ [Four chapters were the flashback of 30 days. What happened in between them.] …. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Until it finally ended. A series of memories played in my head, memories that I have long forgotten are now coming back to me. It all came back at me, from where did I meet that mermaid until the day when she vanished. When the flashbacks finished, I found myself teary-eyed. “Do you remember all of it now?” The lady asked. I looked at her and unconsciously nodded in response. I remember it now; I remember my promise to myself, and that is to find her. End of Chapter 1

A normal human who couldn’t sense what I was unless I showed him. His cock out, his harsh breathing, the hard floor of the club’s back room against my kneecaps. Just an anonymous cock, and an anonymous mouth, the hot rush of come down my throat and the shameful spill of my own inside my too-tight jeans. I’d done this before. More than once? Maybe? Fuck, I might throw up. Flashbacks were supposed to be from PTSD, not from ill-advised almost-blacked-out sexual encounters. But I swallowed hard and forced my eyes to focus.

--- Flashback: Memories of Another Life Broken Prior to Birth A flashback occurred suddenly and violently and produced a wave of pain and discomfort similar to opening an old wound. This flashback occurred from another lifetime, one that helped shape Shylie into the person she is today, but nearly broke her. She was once again sixteen years old, trapped inside a van, feeling the chill of metal below her and pressed tightly against her eyes by the coarse material of a blindfold making it difficult for her to determine any direction. The world outside faded away to become consumed by the overwhelming darkness of fear.

Shangō's voice reached me like a thunderclap. I opened my eyes and saw her hand extended. My body trembled, my mind seemed like a storm in fury, but, with effort, I did as she asked. This time, the force that traveled through my body was brutal. It was like being hit by lightning, as if every cell in my body was being rewritten. But at the same time, there was a strange clarity in it, as if my brain was waking from a deep sleep. Many memories came at once, like lightning breaking the darkness. But the pain I expected didn't come. Instead, I felt an absolute certainty taking over me.

“Well I don’t care take this pill now, Viper bring some more water.” Rebeca takes the pill and before she’s given an injection for her memory loss, she gets to watch the video repeatedly of her sister crying in pain with blood coming out of her mouth whilst her tooth is being pulled out. She cries uncontrollably and an injection is given to her. Nathan showed her the video so that when time comes for her to start having flashbacks in years to come, the only first and vivid memory will be this video of horror. Her memory will be come a nightmare that might drive her to become suicidal.

She wore armour made of blackened metal, and her eyes glowed like embers in a dying fire. "How dare you summon me Annitore," Ahnika snarled. "How dare you drag my spirit from its rest to look upon the face I've tried so hard to forget?" Annie stumbled back. "I'm sorry, I didn't—I needed to talk to you, I needed—" "You needed what?" Ahnika laughed, "After everything you did? After all the havoc you caused? Do you think I've forgotten? Do you think death erased what you were?" "I don't—" Annie's voice cracked. "I don't remember. I don't remember any of it."