Bittersweet Memories Catharina Maura Novels & Stories

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.

“Mom, you must remember, there are still auditions held tomorrow.” “Yes, but I really liked that girl, Brittany. You seem like you know her by the looks you’ve given her and back. There seems to be some anger within you with how you looked at her. Are you somehow jealous?” Catherine narrowed her eyes. She knew that she is far from jealousy. “Why would I be? You know, it would only take me bits of practice in order to do what she did, right? I’m just saying, there might be girls like her and better than her tomorrow. You just gotta be patient.”

I replied proudly. Alpha Gritus's scowl immediately transformed into a pleased, wicked grin. "Well done," he acknowledged, his tone carrying an evident tone of satisfaction. I grinned. Before I could speak, Nurse Maude spoke up again. "Are you sure your pawn is going according to plan—" This time, my patience snapped. "Maude! She's working according to plan!" I replied through gritted teeth. "What if—" "There is no what if Maude. In this lifetime, Sera won't regain her memories and that's final!"

“Not this time.” She pulled a little radio from her pocket. Dead. No signal. Mara immediately remembered the island. At that time, the failures had always started before something came through. Before memories moved. Then her phone vibrated. A message. Unknown number. Just a picture. Mara opened it. And felt how her blood was freezing. A cemetery. Wet earth. An open grave. The gravestone was clearly visible: HELENA VOSS 1848 – 1893 Jonas joined her.

I look at the window. The Chicago morning is beginning. The grey February light coming in. February twelfth. At seven twenty-five Margot texts again. "She's telling them about her mother. Mhairi. About what the Conclave did to her." A pause. "The room is completely still." I look at Lucia's photograph on the refrigerator. Me and Petra and my mother at Navy Pier. I think about Mhairi Macrae, who was brought into rooms as an exhibit and died believing that recognition was the same as ownership.

Outside, the world was closing in, but in that moment, I vowed to fight with everything I had-for Damian, for us. The door clicked shut behind Damian’s father, leaving a cold silence that pressed down on us. I could still feel his icy gaze lingering in the room, like a shadow refusing to fade. Damian’s fingers trembled in mine. “Elena… I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t even remember who I am.” My heart broke at the raw vulnerability in his voice. “You’re not alone. We’ll figure this out together.” But the truth was, I didn’t know how. The pieces of his memory were scattered, slipping through his grasp like smoke. And the people around us-who were supposed to care-were tearing us apart.

Madam darlene said to him with a smile. "Hi Darl, I'll come out for a while to check on their work. You know I don't want to be wrong," he replied and simply glanced at me. I couldn't help but shudder at his stares even though he was still angry with me. The two noticed my sweet smile so they shut me up again. "Admit it, you're nervous," Beth teased me. "I can see in your eyes, Bailey," Madam Darlene said with a smile. "Not too much, hehe," I told them with a shudder. "We didn't make a mistake, not a day goes by that you don't shake him, hehe," Beth said with a smile. The three of us laughed in the kitchen. It was like my sister and I were talking because we had become comfortable with Madam

In that instant, it felt as though my soul left this world. I could not hear or feel anything. Suddenly, the pain in my abdomen pulled me back to the present. I touched the gauze slowly. So that was the price of escaping with my life. I lost my lover and any potential family in the future. Ethan brought his face closer to mine, looking at me with an unprecedentedly solemn expression. It was both familiar and unfamiliar. “Jasmine Anna is also quite pitiful. She lost both parents on the same day, just like you.

She did not think Maia would ever call her that. “W-What did you call me?” She needed to make sure she had heard it right. Maia said lovingly, “Mother.” Rita turned to look at Cedric and asked, “W-What’s come over her, Cedric? Why would she call me that? T-This is such a pleasant surprise!” Rita was crying tears of joy. Maia couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was an Oscar-worthy performance. Maia replied before Cedric could say anything, “I lost my memories. The last memories I have are from two years ago. I don’t quite remember what happened since then.

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."