Bad Memories Novel Bl Novels & Stories

Let it be her ridiculous obsession with books, her love for history, or her dreams to be a photographer that she'd had ever since she was a little girl. And Jacob Broder, the fucking asshole he was, always made her feelings of excitement change into the feelings of shame. He had demonstrated that perfectly well when he had put his fucking hands on her shoulders and basically shamed on her for expressing her excitement for the trip we were leaving for in about fifteen minutes. I had seen the embarrassment replace the ecstasy in her eyes, though the smile she had used on the outside to try to conceal what she had actually felt on the inside.

Gracie I wake to the sound of an alarm. What the hell? Why is my alarm going off? I don’t need one this morning. I go to reach for my cell to turn it off, but soon realise it isn’t even mine. It makes me more confused until I remember I am not at home and not alone. I am at Ryland’s place, sharing his bed. I honestly thought I would freak out when I woke up, but I am not freaking out at all. I slept better last night than I have in a long time.

"Mr. Hunter the patient had a very complex surgery and due to this she has lost her memory. The head trauma also deeply contributed to her condition." "Shit." I nodded and left the doctor's office so poor Soledae wouldn't remember any of her past memories. I texted Angel the sad news and she sent me a sad emoji. A few minutes later I went to her room just to see how she was doing. I took out my phone and began to go through my schedule. SOLEDAE POV I woke up recalling nothing and my head was completely blank. I was laying on a bed dressed in a blue hospital gown.

I lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about my demons, the ones that haunt me in my dreams. I am thankful for all the drama that happened today because I didn’t have time to think about my horrible memories. 25th of June, the day my innocence got ripped from me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. Every year, when this time of the year comes—I feel dirty. Today, the 25th of June. I still remember his voice. I don’t think I will ever forget it. The whole reason I started writing; to get everything out of my chest. Everything I wrote in my book ‘Behind Closed Doors’ is based on my life, though people might think its fiction. It’s now the best-selling novel, and people don’t

Jacqueline I've had it with this shit. No more doormat, no more Ms. Goody Two Shoes. I picked up my phone from the mattress beside me. Only one person I know who will understand how I'm feeling without judging me. Without bringing up my past like a mallet to beat me over the head. One little slip in judgment when I was eighteen years old and I have to live like a nun forever. Well fuck that the habit's coming off. I'm lonely, horny and pissed the fuck off. No almost twenty two year old is supposed to feel like this.

She stared for a second, then replied, “if it’s 500$, yes. But around 10,000 dollars? No baby. I can’t even afford my rent that’s why I’m living off two grown men. Plus, I’m taking care of a grown adult—Frank.” She leaned in and asked, “you’re being sold off? To who?” I faked a laugh. “Ha ha. That’s ridiculous. I said if, besides it’s for a novel I’m working on,” I said, trying to shake it off. She shrugged, “if you say so,” She wiped off her tears and stood up. “Let’s go,” she said. “Where?” I asked. “To the club.” She replied. Before I could respond, a message popped up on my phone. I clicked it and it was from an unknown ID. The message was a document, I opened it and my jaw dropped as I

Until she broke the silence. “Where did you go?” I never intended to leave you. I lost my memory in a car accident, and it only came back a few days ago, and I have spent the entire year since not knowing my own name, and I am so sorry, so unbearably sorry, that you had to sit here every single day without any idea whether your daughter was alive. That was the truth, the whole devastating shape of it, sitting right behind my teeth. But I didn’t say any of it.

POV Layla The memories took me back to my childhood, to the time when I used to read my favorite book, Legend of the Lycan. I had devoured that book more than once , I knew it by heart. From the first chapter about the creation of wolves to the last one about the soulmate bond, I had always believed it told a profound truth. That was until Benjamin told me I was his mate. That fateful night after my eighteenth birthday, I realized that all those tales were nothing but lies , sweet inventions meant to make children dream. If the soulmate bond did not grant that eternal and precious connection described in the book, then surely the rest of the chapters must also be false.

Oh the bad moon that was still two long weeks but it was already messing with his head, along side his inner horny wolf. {E} Roman! {R} What? {E} Stop making her look so hot in my head! {R} Now why would I stop, when you already feel like f^- {E} Roman! Stop, she's underage! It's not going to happen! His horny wolf calmed down and knew he'd never dare cross her panty line if she was underage. For the time being, Roman knew he'd had to lock himself up due to the bad moon approaching, because he had a bad feeling, he wouldn't be able to control himself around her.

She could still hear the cry and agony of her parents being burned alive by humans. She was a young girl that time and they happily live in the village of Analem. Analem was a peaceful village and the villagers were kind towards one another. But their family has a secret. Leni's mother Fani, was a Badblood, a shape-shifter and Fani hid it to other people except to her family. Leni never feared her mother for she knows her mother is not evil and will never do bad things to others. His father, Ayeil, was a human and she loved Fani with all his heart.