Novel & Cerita At The End Of That Memory

Me: Thank you. End of call. That was the last thing I remembered before I drifted back off to sleep.

"Why did you stop, by the way?" "Geas. We encountered something in the memory that is still protected, so my memory simply ends right there." "Wow. The geas is no joke." "You've got that right. Here, settle down." Mike put his head back between Naia's breast, staring at the ceiling. "Let's see if I can get you back to after the blocked memory." -

Her face was the only memory he remembered before slipping into oblivion. ............... End ............|| Let me know if you found any mistake. How was the chapter? ........... Aish ❣️.............

A very memorable night. ***

Xander demystified. If he observed clearly, he would have noticed the fear in my eyes which I quickly hid with my usual coldness. "Okay!" I breathed. "That's not at all scary," I added with evident sarcasm. "Now, how is it going to work?" I asked. "We believe that the cerebrum stores all the memories. Only that the recent past and the present ones are much stronger than the ones for the long past which we are going to try and find then the machine will record them."

I press my face in and breathe deep. And now I have a boner. Closing my eyes, I reach down, pushing my hand down the front of my boxers. I take hold of my cock and pump it up and down once. Twice. I moan into the pillow, missing Quinn so bad it hurts. I’m pathetic, aren’t I? I just saw her an hour ago and I’m already missing her to the point of jerking off to her memory. Though there’s something about Quinn that turns me into a horny teenager all over again. At least this time it’s legal.

She had pity in her eyes while looking at me. "So you really don't remember anything, do you? Nothing about your past." She said as she took a deep breath. "What about my past? Tell me?" I asked her. Swirling her pen with her fingers she kept mum for certain seconds and then she finally broke the silence. "We will take things easy, like on a very low pace. I don't know how much memory of the past can be recovered. I don't want to overwhelm you. I don't want you to put pressure on your brain because if you do so then there are chances that the memory that we are trying to bring back will be lost forever." Her tone was soothing and she looked very professional.

"And if I don't finish the memories, will it still be there?" "No, once activated, either you finish it or not, it will disappear." "Good," she gave a big sigh of relief. That is one memory, she needs a bleach to erase.

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

Elira was on her side, tablet lowered to its faintest glow, reading a review form from the education task force. Caelan stretched out behind her, one hand around her waist, thumb drawing slow curves. "I think Clause Twenty-Six might be my favorite," she said. "The one about repair?" "No. The one that states memory is an infrastructure as well." He was silent for a very long time. Then: "Because it tells us what to retain." Her fingers intertwined with his. "Exactly." And in the silence afterwards, memory came to rest around them—not as encumbrance, but as plan.