Awoken Mementos Novels & Stories

Tucked inside was a weathered blanket and an old metal box, its lid slightly ajar. Aaron crouched down and opened the box, revealing an assortment of things-an old leather-bound book, a rusted pocket watch, a photograph so faded the faces were barely visible. “What is all this?” Lily asked, her voice soft. “Memories,” Aaron replied, pulling out the photograph and holding it gently between his fingers. “Pieces of moments I couldn’t let go of. Some good, some bad. But all of them… reminders.” He set the photograph down carefully and looked up at her. “Sometimes, when things get too loud, I come here and remind myself that every moment-good or bad-brought me to where I am now. And that has to m

I barely noticed the silence anymore as I continued reading, completely engrossed in the information spread across the pages. Then I reached another illustration and stopped immediately. Drawn carefully across the page was an ornate pendant unlike any ordinary piece of jewelry. Every detail had been sketched so carefully, from the intricate carvings around its edges to the unusual symbol engraved at its center. Beneath the drawing was a description. It explained that the pendant was capable of holding all of the White Wolves' memories and that those memories could be triggered whenever someone with ties to the pack closed their hand around it. I read it again, and the words settled heavily i

Edith was annoyed, but when she noticed that I was awake, she raised her eyebrows proudly and took a bite of the fruit. Evelyn's face lit up with joy. "I've removed the pits from the cherries for you." I opened my dry lips and hoarsely called out, "Mom." Though Evelyn had her back to me, I could feel her smile freeze. After a long silence, she spoke coldly. "Now that you're awake, you should go home. The hospital charges for the bed." Stunned, I looked at the IV in Edith's hand, but I had nothing.

Note; To anyone confused as to why Ginny is denying her and Kane had sex is because he wiped her memory. Remember that he has wiped her memory of ALL their encounters. _____________________________________________ Chapter ThirtyThree The sounds of birds outside the open windows woke me up. It was morning already? I didn’t even remember falling asleep. I opened my eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light, and sat up. Raising my eyes, having a big stretch and letting out a loud groan. I turned over, expecting to see Cole, but he wasn’t there… and part of me wasn’t even surprised.

*** Philip opened his eyes and glanced around the room, wondering what had woken him up. It didn't take him long to figure out that it was the buzzing sound coming from his phone. He would have reached for the phone but his mate chose that moment to snuggle closer against him. Philip's arms instinctively tightened around Troy, his phone, completely forgotten.

"Tristan has done this before. He'll return once he cools off for a couple of days. You shouldn't worry about him and continue eating your meal, Simon." Having said that, I pushed the glass of warm oat milk toward Simon, who lowered his head and took a couple of sips, looking utterly blissful. I intended to continue my meal, but my mind involuntarily flashed back to Tristan's deathly pale complexion yesterday, his cold and decisive remarks, and the divorce agreement currently lying on the coffee table. I suddenly clicked my tongue, losing my appetite in an instant. I stood up with a trace of uncharacteristic haste and instructed, "You can clear the table now."

he answered before producing a tiny bottle from his pocket, “This is for you.” As soon as I saw the bottle, my heart skipped a beat. I knew who had that bottle, she had dozens just like it in the medicine cabinet. My pulse hammered in my ears. “Aiden… where did you get that?” He didn’t answer right away. His gaze softened the more, but his grip on the tiny bottle tightened. It's my mentor's. The woman who took me in and raised me since I was a child. “She said you would need it,” he murmured, “it will help your wolf heal”

*Aaron* I don't know about you, but waking up next to someone as extraordinary as Winter can do funny things to a guy. Today, I felt like I was plugged into an energy grid or something. I woke from deep sleep, blinking against the golden rays pouring through the window, only to find Winter still lost in her dreams, her red hair swirling around her like a fiery halo. For a moment, I just sat there, taking in the sight, wondering how someone so ethereal could exist in my world. The tattoo on my chest—a northern star—seemed to pulse in sync with my heartbeat, thrumming with the same energy I felt when I marked her.

Then, suddenly, an idea sparked—hire a private investigator. I grabbed my phone in haste, searching for contacts, but by accident opened the Notes app instead. What I saw there made my blood run cold. Pages and pages, crammed with entries. I had always kept notes before, recording Alicia's preferences and our anniversaries. But now—now every entry belonged to the twenty-eight-year-old me. Each line bled with helplessness and despair. I scrolled through them all, reading every word. And at last… the truth of what happened that year revealed itself.

His panic only eased when he saw me. "You scared me to death, darling," he said. "Your tone was off, and I thought something happened. Look, I bought you a necklace to make up for not being with you when you left the hospital. Do you like it?" He held out an elegant gift box. I opened it, only to find it empty. "Do you like it—" Samuel's face dropped as he realized the box was empty. I smiled bitterly. Not long ago, I saw Jessica wearing a necklace in one of her social media posts. That made me wonder if everything I received after waking up was just her secondhand cast-offs.