Gift Of Memories Novels & Stories

Rachel had lost her memory. The attending physician said she suffered a blood clot in her head as a result of the head injury. Although she wasn't in a life-threatening condition, it had caused her to suffer amnesia. After the doctor left, Rachel and I were the only ones left in the ward. She looked at me as though I were a stranger as she said, "Mr. Shaw, our marriage is merely an alliance between our families. Considering what has happened, you must know now that we're not right for each other."

"Honey, I just found out I have to go on a week-long business trip. It's so last minute that I can't spend our anniversary with you. There are also some problems with the company's cash flow, so could you transfer me $100 million?" I sneered and looked at the familiar figure in the jewelry store, replying, "Sure, but there's a transfer document that needs your signature. I'll send you the soft copy!" He immediately hung up the call. Looking at the signed contract, I got out of the car and headed straight for the jewelry store. As soon as I entered, I saw Queenie Steward, the heiress of the Steward family, sitting in the VIP room. When she saw me come in, a trace of disgust flashed in her eye

"What's truly a shame is that such a wonderful man ended up with such a terrible wife. If you ask me, Edwin belongs with Esme. They're the perfect match." Esme blushed, nudging Mom shyly before sneaking a glance at Edwin. He lowered his head and sipped his wine. He neither refuted nor agreed. But his answer came during the gift exchange. He presented Esme with a ruby necklace. It wasn't just any necklace. It was his late mother's heirloom. He had told me about it, promising that he would personally place it around my neck on our fifth wedding anniversary. Now, he was placing it around Esme's neck. I watched without a trace of emotion, my heart completely hollow.

His lips trembled slightly, and across the room, he silently mouthed, "I'm sorry." Slowly, I took off my sunglasses, my eyes as calm as a mountain lake. I held his gaze and silently mouthed, "You don't deserve my forgiveness." Then, I curled my lips into a faint smile, turned around, and walked away, leaving behind a past fraught with blood, tears, and betrayal. … Months later, with Uncle Winston's help and care, I made a full recovery. Mom also began to heal from her grief. I legally changed Avery's last name to Monet, completely erasing all traces associated with the Sinclair family.

-/:;()$&@“ NOVA If I could wish for a super power it wouldn't be converting my breath to dollars, it would be the ability to erase people’s memories, specifically a certain silvery fox and myself. So I can forget last night and maybe erase the part where my best friend's dad cummed down my throat. His heavy gaze has been on me since I greeted him earlier and I wonder why the people around us didn’t notice or call him out on that. His gaze is unsettling and a constant reminder of my bad decision. Lena keeps asking if I’m okay and I kept assuring her, I shift uncomfortably in my seat praying this brunch ends soon. Eventually people starts presenting their gifts with Lena going first, she hands

"They remembered birthdays." She wiped at her eyes. "They remembered favorite colors." Another tear. "They remembered nicknames." Her voice broke. "They remembered everything." I stepped closer. And immediately wrapped my arms around her. Because now I understood. The gift wasn't that they understood loss. The gift was that they remembered. They refused to let their children disappear. And suddenly Lily's future inside memory felt less fragile. Less temporary. Less alone. Elara buried her face against my chest. "I thought I was going there to talk."

She just couldn't help smiling like a little girl in disbelief. "Thank you very much, Mr and Mrs Marcus. I'm so humbled in your love." she said, running back into their arms again. "You're welcome here, anytime." they replied. Without further hesitation, she got the phone and her ticket tucked inside her jeans pocket for a safe keeping. Later she turned around and slowly walked towards the exit door, with her right hand on the doorknob, she spontaneously pushed the door wide open then looked back a second time; and there she saw them hugging each other and their eyes met with hers. She nodded her head, heaved another sigh and stepped out of the room. She slammed the door behind her gently as

It was in her eyes that she was trying to remember it was something that she knew but couldn’t see it like some other things. “A present. It's a gift,” he said as he looked at her, and then she turned around and started to head back to her bed. She didn't know exactly what a gift was either, but she wasn't going to say it. “a gift is something that somebody gives to another person that they've never expected. It's just something nice to do for other people. Sometimes you'll get a birthday gift or a Christmas gift. Those are specific types of gifts that you get on your birthday or on Christmas. This is just a gift.”

Mark said pretty much excited and before I could say no, he was out of sight, "Hmm" I sighed softly,I miss her, I missed her so much. If wishes were horses, if only wishes were horses. Hey guysssss!!! Chapter 18 is out! Yes.. I know it took me weeks to update but remember something, I did anyways lol😝😝 I sincerely apologise for the late update,I hope you keep believing in my writing,"Memories" is an amazing story, I hope you stay put in this journey of memories. Thanks y'all for the support and encouragement, thanks so much. Thanks for taking out your to read this story, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Enjoy 😎😎 Don't forget to vote, comment and share. Thanks Xoxo

After surviving a kidnapping and being diagnosed with severe PTSD, I became the family's top priority. Every sharp object and glass item in the house was removed. The furniture was wrapped in thick foam padding, until not a single hard edge remained. My parents canceled all business trips. News broadcasts and violent movies were banned from the house. To help me feel safe, they even forced my younger brother, who had just earned a full scholarship to a top university, to stay home and keep me company around the clock. Everything changed on the night of my brother's lavish eighteenth-birthday celebration. When fireworks erupted across the sky without warning, I hallucinated instantly and grab