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She may be my twin but she was a whole lot of a different person. “Cassie, come on get ready we’re going,” Chris said as soon as he came in. “What, But where?” he gave me a ‘you are unbelievable’ look and said, “You don’t remember, do you?” I was still looking at him with confusion. “It’s mom’s birthday dumbo. Your pregnancy hormones are gonna get you killed.” I looked at him with bloodshot eyes. “Forgetting things doesn’t count in me being pregnant. I really didn’t have an idea.” I shouted. “But now you shouting at me like a lunatic does count in you being pregnant.” He said in a sarcastic tone.

She said she had recorded everything in there. He picked up his pants and checked their pockets. He took out his wallet and phone and her watch. He observed it closely. There was a very small button on the bottom corner of the watch and a memory card inside it in the opposite direction. He pressed it and the memory card popped out. He got his laptop and put the memory card inside it. He opened the memory card file and clicked on the video file. He watched the video with anger. He couldn’t see the faces since Clara’s hands were tied back but he could hear everything very clearly. His blood boiled as he heard Drake confess to everything and his heart broke into pieces as he heard her screams w

Adrita's Pov. "Do you remember what happened to you on your 17th birthday?" Didi asked, making me remember that terrific day. "I will never be able to forget about my horrible past birthdays." I sighed, closing my eyes and those horrible memories flashed in front of me.

"Why? I raised an eyebrow and looked at him from head to toe. It's easy, Aldo. You just met him. He will forget you too soon. I looked at him coldly but swallowed after he laughed sarcastically. It seems like he was insulting me with what I said. "Guess what, Sweetie? Once I get him, he will surely forget you in no time. I'll make sure of that. You will run back to me, helplessly." He grinned dangerously and looked me over from head to toe.

As soon as those words left his mouth, before I could even process them, he threw a file across the desk. It landed in front of Josh with a loud, accusing slap. The flap flipped open, and I caught a glimpse of the bolded words printed across the top—Deeds of Transfer. My chest tightened. Deeds of transfer? I shifted slightly, trying to peek at the contents, but Josh’s hand closed over the pages before I could get a proper look. His posture remained rigid, but the slight twitch of his jaw told me he was just as stunned as I was.

BITTER LOVE Book One in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2021 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Josie Fifteen years ago… A tear rolls down my cheek, but I don’t bother to wipe it away. Another will just take its place in only seconds anyway. I look at the paper in my hand: the corner of it crinkled from being gripped so hard. A voice in the back of my mind tells me I shouldn’t have done that, that I should have been more careful.

He sent a "Memory-Spike." He took every human memory I had ever archived—the smell of the rain in Florence, the heat of the Maldives, the salt of Nevan’s tears, the feeling of a first kiss, the agony of a broken heart. He took the "Mafia" history of the Viteris, the greed of the Syndicate, and the desperate love of the "Gilovers." He bundled the entire, messy, beautiful, and violent history of humanity into a single packet of raw, emotional data. And then he fired it.

I said. “Before you break,” she confirmed. “If you collapse before you return the memories, if the fracture takes you past the point of a clean transfer, the memories disperse. They don’t go home to him. They dissolve. He gets nothing. Caius comes back from five years and gets nothing.” The storage room was very quiet. “That’s what he’s waiting for,” I said.

I thought a guy his age can navigate the date into an awesome, memorable one but turns out it/he/the-date-and-him is soooooo boring (sure, memorably boring) because I'm the one who have to ask all the questions. It's either me and my interview questions or us sitting quietly and awkwardly with a bowl of dessert between us.

The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned" The bartender responded with a nod and then started his bartender, leaving him to wait by slamming the phone furiously. The wine glass was pushed in front of him, taking a sip. Bitter taste of Angostura Bitter is light of orange peel, a little sweetness of cane sugar is full of sweetness of Bourbon Whiskey. Those were the things he tasted, like the memories with the lover that became old a few minutes ago came back. The sweet taste like when she said she loved him with sweet words, the bitter taste when she said she loved him, but the feelings were slowly being shared with others. It all