David Baldacci Memory Man Series In Order Novels & Stories

A sin-for-hire manipulator who had stolen a family’s patriarch and their future. Davidson sat perfectly still at his table. He did not look at Victor's triumphant expression. He did not look at the grim, satisfied faces of the religious leaders. He looked down at his own hands, resting on the cold wood. Melissa's words were, indeed, sharper than knives. They were scalpels, expertly dissecting his most sacred memories and leaving them bleeding and exposed for the world to gawk at.

“That’s where we need to go next. Bobbi’s condo. I think I remember where it is.” Alec started the truck, and they were off. On the way, Alec described Margo’s other three friends at her house last night. The two black guys sounded familiar to Bruce, but he couldn’t remember their names to save his life. It took them thirty-five minutes to get to the condo. Once they walked into the building, Bruce’s memory kicked in. He was able to remember the floor and condo number. When they got to the fifth floor, he was more confident about the door number since there were only four condos on each floor.

I don't know what for but ugh I don't really care. See you soon- Suddenly my diary was snatched away from my desk as I looked up and glared at the intruder. "Eric, you devil give me that back!" I screamed standing up and started running after my 6-year-old brother who ran with my diary in his hands. "Ah!" He shouted and giggled and ran down the stairs and into the living room. "Eric I'm going to fucking kill you-" I immediately halted when I entered the living room and saw an unfamiliar man sitting on the couch across from where my parents.

“Two months,” “That long?” My tone holds my surprise. “Yeah. I can still remember the day after I woke up here. I was fixing my garage when someone suddenly hit me by the head. I don't remember what happened after. When I woke up, it's when they told me about the game,” Stan explains. “The manhunt game right?”

I wondered if they would feel sorry or guilty for killing me. The extraction of my memories began during my childhood. For some reason, I couldn’t remember much. I watched in delight, but Roger’s patience ran thin. “What the hell is this? I’m not interested in her childhood memories. Just skip to the part with Casey in it.” The scientist was caught in a dilemma. “Memories are extracted in chronological order, so we can’t search for specific memories. However, I can prioritize her most memorable experiences.” Caleb slammed the table. “Well? Just do it. Casey hasn’t been gone for long, so the memory must still be fresh for Willow.”

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

Maheen was standing in front of vihaan. The air was heavy with tension, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. "Did your memory come back, jiju?" Maheen asked, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes wide with a mixture of hope and anxiety. Vihaan looked at her, his expression contemplative. He nodded slowly. "Yes, Maheen. My memory is back." A mix of relief and apprehension crossed Maheen's face. "So, you remember everything?"

**** Author's note Thank you, readers, for taking your time to read this story. There will be grammatical errors because English is not my first language. **** * Married To My Enemy (Book 1) * His Ex-Wife ( Book 2) Please keep in mind that this is the sequence of the book "married to my enemy" for a better understanding, please read married to my enemy first. I wish you a fantastic reading experience!!

I called, my voice trailing off as I watched him disappear down the hallway, heading to the hall where the party was still ongoing. I chewed on my lower lips, plunging my fingers into my styled raven dark hair. What was Dad discussing with a dangerous man like Vincenzo? Yes. I knew absolutely nothing about that man who sent shivers slashing down my spine, but I could tell he wasn’t a good person. I could feel it deep in my guts. Reaching out to my purse, I grabbed my phone and turned it on, typing against the keyboard as I searched for the name ‘Vincenzo.’

By seven-thirty, the floor is nearly empty again, and I slip away during a short break to continue my investigation in a quiet corner conference room. More pieces emerge; a recovered financial trail showed large payments to the memory specialist. The payments are routed through a holding company, but one invoice has a name in the notes section. Dr. J. A. Another document mentioned “removing the secretary” as priority number one because she had too much evidence. My hands shake as I copy everything. Twenty minutes in, Luca finds me. “You’re pushing too hard,” he warns, voice low. “Valerio pulled more old logs today. He’s becoming obsessed with the gaps in his timeline. If he connects you to P