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Thank you all for always supporting “Sweet Treachery”. I couldn’t have asked for better fans. I love you all!!! I rush to the window to catch a glimpse Of how life used to be wonderful How there were no worries and I was at ease I had my family’s love in full But all I see is the tears of the moon In the form of dew And the life which I once knew Is now a poor shadow of itself PenaciousShewa

Mom cried “Mom! I’m not sick. Why do we need a doctor?” She cried again “Calm down.” I went near her “It’s me.” I hugged her and I cried “I miss you so much.” “No, you’re lying. My brother doesn’t love me.” “I love you.” I said “He loves you so much. You’re his princess remember?” “No. I don’t believe you. He wouldn’t leave me if I am his princess.” She sobbed A doctor came to check her. “What happened to her right now is a trauma. Because she tried to drown herself, memories may come back to her whenever she is sad.” The doctor said

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.

"If I’m still alive, then it can’t be that bad!” Aunt laughed and said, "Summer, you're going to live a very long life!" The surgery had gone really well. The doctor said I might lose some memories, but I still recognized everyone I had seen so far. Even though I sometimes felt like I had forgotten some things, I did not really want to remember them anyway. In fact, I thought forgetting might make me even happier. Once I was out of danger, I moved to a regular room. With Aunt looking after me, I started feeling better really fast.

《》Selene’s POV I felt the pull of that dark memory before I was fully immersed in it. It was as though someone had clawed into the deepest part of me and given it back for me to ingest again. To taste the bitterness again. My breath hitched, and suddenly I wasn’t standing in the present anymore. The memory had swallowed me whole, dragging me back into the one moment I had tried all my life to bury. The market smells were still fresh on me when I pushed open the door. Dried herbs, roasted meat, honeybread—it clung to my clothes. For a heartbeat, I thought I smelled lavender. Mother’s scent. But when my eyes adjusted to the dim light, everything in me froze.

She sighed and kept the phone away, her gaze turning to the window, she stared at the street. Snow falls silently and gently on the street like diamonds, each snowflakes shimmered in the moonlight, making a white blanket of snow covering the trees, ground, and houses, indeed a beautiful day to be with someone you love. She heaved deeply and took another sip of the dark coffee she was holding and kept the steamy cup of coffee on the center table near her. And gulping the bitter-sweet liquid down her throat, and closes her eyes. That's the exact feeling she's having right now, the nutty flavor forcing old memories to replay in her brain – sweet memories of her mother, memories of what happened

In fact she hated those memories, but they pursued her at all costs. The one that scared her the most wasn't the fact that she was tormented for years by little things so small that they could always get into her room. What had been chasing her since she had a memory was her father's bittersweet memory. Remembering him was sweet and adorable, as she remembered the moments when he fought fiercely against the fears of little Artemisia, but they became bitter memories because they always came accompanied by the current reality that hurt her until she bled. Her father was dead and she was alone.

The sweetness of her laugh was almost back in my mouth and I could almost feel her hand brushing against mine as if I could reach out and touch her a little bit closer. I shook my head a little as if to ignore the memories but they persisted. Despite their sweetness the memories had a bitter undertone. I had lost her. She couldnt be retrieved by any amount of warmth or laughter. In actuality I had buried those memories for a reason. They are painful. They brought to mind both the life I had lost and the one I had had. Then I found myself sitting with Ava. She was unquestionably alive genuine and present. However she also served as a reminder of how much I needed to let go of. Watching her br

It felt like someone was driving nails into my brain, one after another. But I held on. Grabbed the memory and pulled it back into place. It was small. Unimportant. The taste of coffee from when I was alive. But it was mine. I pulled another. And another. Each one hurt worse than the last. A memory of my mother reading to me as a child. My first day of school. The apartment where I'd lived before I died. Bigger memories now. More important ones. My sister Maya. The betrayal. Tanum. The cheating.

Of the world of glittering colors and of perfumed scents that attack my nostrils; To the world of sharp tongues, snaking out to shred soft smiles. I listen as ice tinkles against amber liquid. Heat burns within, a reminder of a suicide from the past; a reminder of a silent murder. Seconds…minutes…centuries… The sudden knowledge twists my belly; I am home. I open my eyes to the blinding flash of a door opening. And wonder if I will remember.”