Awoken Mementos Novels & Stories

In contrast to the typically suffocating and gloomy atmosphere of barren rooms, I felt a deep sense of belonging in this space. Could this be a memory of mine? I believed this was... I searched the entire space, hoping to find something familiar that might trigger my memory. Finally, my eyes landed on an amulet, casually resting in the center of the solitary table. As I reached to pick it up for a closer look, I hesitated upon sensing the presence of others. I stepped back and overheard a brewing argument among the approaching individuals. "We're not sending her anywhere,"

As she awakened from the dream, the remnant of her artistic excursion lingered in her consciousness, reminding her of the profound beauty and transformative vigor of self-expression through art. Awakening from the dream, Hazel found herself back in her familiar studio, surrounded by the tools of her trade and the canvases waiting to be filled with her artistic visions. The memories of the dream library lingered in her mind, a gentle reminder of the boundless creativity and inspiration that resided within her.

Inside, the walls were adorned with hundreds of small, protected niches, each containing memorials to pack members who had passed before us. Some contained ceremonial urns, others personal belongings, all sacred to the memory of those gone. I led Aurora to the newest niche, placed in a prominent position as befitted the son of the Alpha Heir. The small space contained two intricately carved silver protection amulets with ancient pack runes – identical to those Grace Winters had crafted months ago. Beside them rested a smooth, polished moonstone box.

Her entire life could fit in her hands. She slipped away to the servants’ quarters. Her small corner was bare—no belongings, no memories she wished to keep. As she turned to leave, an older servant, Mira, stepped into her path. Her eyes were wet but warm. “I have nothing,” Sera murmured. Mira pressed a small token into her palm—a carved wooden charm shaped like a running wolf. “Then take this,” the woman whispered. “For luck. For freedom.” Sera stared at it, throat tight.

It took me a few minutes to remember we had guests, hence the extra business going on around here. “Shit!” I inwardly moan. I entirely forgot about the God-like guys from last night. Mason must have rattled my brain good to forget about them. Once again, I looked like crap, with no makeup and old clothes. “Maybe I could rush back upstairs and change and do my face,” I ponder, but it is too late. “Good morning, Ayla!” Michael smiled at me. “Are you feeling any better?” I nod, but I didn’t feel very smiley today.

CHAPTER 60: DAWN Peter and I danced and had fun. He got us some soft drinks and we enjoyed the event till day break. We talked about lots of things enjoying each others company till it was time to leave. Peter will spend the new year with his grandmother so he left London that morning. My mother fried some sweet potatoes known as potatoe chips and complemented it with a meat sauce. According to her, the new year will usher us into bountiful yeilds. We sat on the mat in our room. My mother, Osifa, K**i, Tami and I formed a circle while we ate the delicious potato chips and sauce. While we ate, we joked, laughed and drank the soft drinks my mother had kept for us in her fridge at the bar which

I just needed to throw all his things out and get him out of here in disgrace. I looked around for the suitcase, but only saw a black case hidden at the very back of the wardrobe. My hand closed around the handle and I dragged it out. It was quite heavy. It wasn't a suitcase, it was more like a brief case. I looked at it mindlessly, wondering what was inside, so I took it with me and sat down on the bed. My mind wanted to keep itself busy and my hands were curious, so I opened it. Out spilled strange objects unto the bed. There were wooden effigies of different human sexes, tied with red clothes. There were other wierd - looking objects I was not able to describe.

Here's to the ones that we got Cheers to the wish you were here but you're not 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories Of everything we've been through His hands moved to the aux cord connecting his phone to his car to unplug but hesitated to discern the lyrics. Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you "Vroom...." Turning to park at his very own reserved spot, the engine gave a dying sound.

He kisses me on the temple with passion, squeezes me tight and I relax, rest assured that he means it because I know it’s true. AUTHORS NOTE - This is the End of Awakening but not the end of the Series. I do have more books related to this planned but this will be the last from Alora's story. Thank you all so much for sticking with it and see you in the next book xx

With shaking hands, I turned off the laptop and went to pack up my things. Only then did I realize that I'd bought most of my stuff in pairs. Only I used them, though; Harold never used the items I'd prepared for him. He was obviously cold to me, but I'd always ignored those subtle signs. I tossed all the matching couple stuff into the bin and packed everything else before texting my best friend, Jane Ramsey. "Do you want to meet up tonight?" I would be heading to the mountains as part of an aid group later, so I wouldn't get to see her for a long time. I decided that I should say goodbye to her properly.