Good Memory Verses

"I was a serial killer, and now I'm on death row." This is what Eliza LaRue, a 22 years old lady, believed one day. With no family, no friends, and only a distorted sense of self, her execution was unknowingly called off. After being dragged to a secluded building by a mysterious lady, she got caught up in a dangerous scheme that would test her assassination and survival skills known as the Termination Game, what is the secret hidden beneath the mind-boggling death game, and why is she so good at it? Now, what side are you, Killer or Target? This is a new and exciting Psychological Thriller story that will make you question your own morality.

Zari Jones, a beautiful soul, and loving wife, had been pushed to her limits. She thought she could handle anything because she loved her husband so much. But what was she supposed to do when the events in her marriage got out of control? What will happen when another woman enters their life, yet Zari is accused of cheating? Then there's a pregnancy, a surprise divorce party, a car crash, her disappearance, memory loss, and much more! Will their marriage be able to weather the storms? Or will jealousy and lack of trust eat them alive? Is divorce the final answer? Will Devon come to his senses, or will it be too late? Devon knows she is not the same Zari he married. Devon Hightower must work harder than he's ever worked at anything! He must start from the very beginning. The magical and romantic moment they met. Their love affair began when he met Zari, who worked part-time at a five-star restaurant on weekends to help pay her bills. Devon Hightower is a Meticulous bachelor billionaire who is arrogant, prideful, and vindictive and a newly appointed CEO who thrives on personal and professional control. One evening while out to dinner. He caught sight of a soulful pair of brown eyes and a smile he would never forget. Devon watched Zari intently, awe-struck by her beauty. He had never been attracted to anyone the way he was to her. His status and family background told him this shouldn't be happening. But his heart never beat so rapidly for any other the way it did for her. Zari stood there stunned when she was able to remember that night. It was the one memory that may her want to save her marriage. But was it too late?

One night was enough to change everything, to destroy everything. He took away my family, everything I love and for some reason he left me alive, why? It's so painful to live after... "One fateful night, Anaís' family was brutally murdered, shattering her world and leaving her with no memory of the events. Consumed by guilt for not remembering and the weight of being the sole survivor, Anas was admitted to Ashwood Psychiatric Hospital with a diagnosis of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). There, she met three mysterious boys who seemed to have her best interests at heart. However, as she got to know them, Anaís began to suspect that one of them might be the very person responsible for her family's tragic fate. Despite their different motives, they shared a common goal: to protect Anaís. But as she unraveled her feelings and suspicions, Anaís realized that the journey to uncover the truth was only just beginning.

A monk suffering from amnesia tries to recover his memory while passing through hell, the gentle but downgraded journalist who transforms into a ruthless killing monster while trying to gather a headline scoop, a desperate youth quest for wealth at his own expense, an ancient village people cursed because they could not meet the end of the bargain when their sacrifice walked into their midst, two young individuals escape from an enemies camp only to fall into a mysterious trap that might claim their lives, a scientist recounts his experience and encounters after observing a similar egg cell found in the bloodstream of dead men. - these stories explore the dark and ironic sides of human behaviour, the degree of tolerance, suffering any individual can take as a limit, the quest of freedom and prestige we all hope and want to attain, and lessons gained after consequence played out - all framed in a time cyce playing and replaying hoping to find a way out.

I did three years in prison for my wife, Lilian Parson. The day I got out, she handed me an envelope for her company's grand opening. Inside was a single dollar bill. For a second, I thought it was a mistake. Then I saw her colleague, Nathan Ramsey, holding his envelope—his also contained a single dollar. Relieved, I pushed my doubts aside. I smiled, stood by Lilian's side through the entire ceremony, the picture of a proud, supportive husband. That night, scrolling through Instagram, I saw Nathan's latest post. A photo of a check. [Congratulations to Lilian Parson on the grand opening! So generous—100 million as a gift!] The comments section exploded with envy and blessings, congratulating him and "the boss" on finally becoming a couple. Lilian offered no explanation. Instead, she hurried to draw a line between us. "You just got out of prison," she said coolly. "It's not a good look to go public right now. Let's keep our marriage a secret. In front of others, just call me your boss." Then she turned around and liked Nathan's post. I wiped the tears from my eyes, picked up my phone, and dialed the number of her greatest rival. "From now on, I work for you," I said.

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”

Ellie’s memory loss caused by a car accident is the way for her to be especially close to Keeion Logan Ruiz, the only son of one of the most influential and respected man in society. Since Ellie can’t remember anything about her true identity, she agrees to stay with Keeion's mansion. In return for letting Ellie stay in Keeion’s house, she did not hesitate to accept the offer of the young man to be his personal assistant. But she did not expect that being his personal assistant would be the reason for her to fall in love with her boss. Even though she tried to control her feelings for billionaire boss, she still couldn't because Keeion also admitted that he is into her, too. She allowed herself to fall completely into the young man. Her billionaire boss’ passionate kiss will always be her weakness. Not until Ellie discovers the hidden secret of Keeion that pushes her to cut the connection between them. Why would she choose to continue what the two of them started if... Keeion Logan Ruiz is already married?

When my colleagues find out that I'm pretty good at cooking, they start organizing dinners at my place. Lucy Holt, one of the junior accountants, suggests that we split the groceries evenly between us. As a result, I don't think I can reject their request without being rude. On my last day of work, the group gathers at my place for one last meal. "You're such a good cook, Jess! We'll all be transferring you 500 dollars later. It's just a token of our appreciation," Lucy declares with a bright smile. But the very next day, she sends me a message. "Hey, Jess. You know it's illegal to operate an unlicensed catering business from your home, right? Your house will get sealed off for further investigation. More importantly, the value of goods has passed the threshold of 10,000 dollars, which means the fine you'll have to pay is probably going to be about 20 times that amount. "Since we worked together, we decided not to report you to the authorities. We'll just settle this matter privately. All you have to do is give us the fine you would've had to pay instead." This is how I realized that, combined with yesterday's meal, the total amount they've given me for groceries thus far is exactly 10,001 dollars.

When I visit my girlfriend's house during the Christmas holidays, her cousin, Antonio Esposito, humiliates me in front of everyone because of a scar on the back of my hand. "This scar looks like a remnant of the crossfire with the mafia! Bianca, why did you think that bringing an ex-convict home was a good idea?" The entire Romano family stares at me in a mixture of horror and shock. My girlfriend, Bianco Romano, even shakes my hand off while staring at me in disgust. Not only does Antonio flip the table, but he also calls over a few hooligans in an attempt to take me to the local police station. "We must teach scumbags like him a lesson!" he declares. After that, Antonio and the hooligans strip off my jacket and strap me to the tree in the courtyard. They then attempt to force me to admit that I'm working for the mafia. I can only gnash my teeth together stubbornly, refusing to yield no matter what. What they don't know is that the scar is a medal from my time in a peacekeeping war as a soldier!

In my previous life, everything I do to care for myself somehow ends up benefiting my new housekeeper instead. I apply expensive skincare, yet dark spots and fine lines spread across my face, whereas the 45-year-old housekeeper's face becomes silkier. I jog every morning, yet my body only grows heavier and bulkier, while hers becomes slender and toned. When my husband notices the stretch marks on my abdomen, his face twists with disgust, and he never touches me again. "I genuinely can't bring myself to touch you. How can you look worse than Mirabelle when you take such good care of yourself?" My housekeeper looks at me with a sinister smile. A chill crawls up my spine, and the strange feeling makes me fire her on the spot. Yet, as soon as she leaves, I start aging at lightning speed, entering menopause 20 years early and developing diabetes and high blood pressure. I see every doctor I can, but after hanging on for a week, I die from a stroke. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day she first reports to work. This time, I push away the royal jelly she sets in front of me with a pleasant smile. "I've been avoiding certain foods lately. You can have it instead."