Idol Memories Novels & Stories

One she hadn’t worn in years. Wren had embedded scent memory into Noah’s trigger—meaning the override only worked if Iris herself came close enough wearing that specific chemical signature. “Lia,” she said breathlessly. “We can fight this.” “How?” Camilla narrowed her eyes. “We rewrite him back.” --- Noah’s Room – Iris POV She returned, still trembling, but her eyes fierce now. Determined. She carried with her a small digital projector—loaded with real memories. Videos of her holding Noah as a baby. Laughing. Singing. Crying into his hair.

Arche just let Haru do what she wanted. "I remember now, Arche." "Huh? Which?" "The memory of when I was a child, that I forgot." "Really? I'm happy that you remember now. Kean and your mom will definitely be happy." "I’m glad because I already remember the faces of my dad, my mom, and Kean. Did you know that when I was a child, Jayson, Tyrel, Kean and I were very close because I was their only princess, and did you also know that Tyrel was my idol?" Arche just listens to Haru's story.

He says to me and brings me back to the present. “Oh, nothing. I was just remembering my mom when I was little, used to take me to the shop with her where she worked on clocks. I used to love to play with all the gears, even though the owner hated it.” I smile as I remember it fondly and then I gaze into his eyes when he leans down and kisses me softly on the lips.

"Thank you, Bye. I'll be waiting for your books." Minsan kasi kailangan mo nang kapal ng mukha kong gusto mong makita ang idol mo. Just like now, I know she want to take a picture with him pero nahihiya siya. Kaya ang ginawa ko hinila ko si Jonathan sa leeg at inilapit sa akin para kumasya sa picture.

He brought his lips to mine and gently kissed me. “Once we are done with this I will erase your memories.” The neuroscientist stated confidently. Lucas pulled back with eyes that looked smothered. “Why do I have to do this if I won’t remember anyway?” I whispered breathlessly. A small smirk formed on Lucas’s face as he stepped back. The device was put on my face as I was distracted and I could do nothing as the pictures of Lucas and myself slowly shuffled though the never ending loop “You may not remember your past but that means nothing if you are madly in love with Lucas.” He stated lowly. “But I won’t remember him, so I won’t love him.” I mumbled in frustration.

"Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world." Did this mean if time travel existed and that if she took part in it, she wouldn't remember anything from the new world? Like she would lose her memories? Thalia doubted it. She flipped through the book, inspecting it more cautiously. She wasn't exactly a superstitious person in any way, so there was no way all this was real. Shrugging her shoulders, she searched for a pen in her bag and recited the popular saying under her breath, "There's no harm in trying…"

Of course I understood the appeal-people who weren't as misanthropic as me were fond of dressing up and dancing and socializing. But Preslie's level of excitement-it was somewhat incomprehensible. Preslie smiled. I could see the images in her head-imagining her elegant dress and twirling around with the cute boy she had agreed to go with. "What's not to be excited about?" I sighed. "Uncomfortable dresses, cocky teenagers, greasy finger food. Do you want me to go on?" Preslie rolled her eyes but smiled nevertheless. Nothing could take away her sunshine. I almost envied that. "These are the little joys in life, Liza. You won't remember the math tests-however the dances, those remain as the fun

They always assumed I bullied Ashley, and to make her happy, they built this room to punish me. Melinda had only been working here a short time, and she'd already seen me locked in here dozens of times. Every time, I begged them not to do it. But the Reids never listened. Melinda felt sorry for me, but as a maid, there wasn't much she could do. "Ms. Summer, you've tried everything to make them like you more. You don't deserve to be treated like this!" She looked like she was about to cry. Honestly, as I had lost my memory, I didn't care what that family thought of me. Listening to her talk about the past just felt like hearing someone else's story. I didn't feel sad or angry.

Ardina squinted, trying to remember if what the devil said was true or not. A moment of silence. Two minutes of thinking, three minutes of searching for memories among the thousands of memories that Ardina had experienced before and longer than before. Then... Is Nothing on her brain about met with the Devil. Ardina didn't feel like she'd ever met him. And indeed there is no memory of the meeting that he told before. However, Ardina only remembers watching the concert of her friend's idol singer at that time. Even then, she was forced to go with her friend who acted stupidly when she saw her idol.

Those who fail to recognize their duties on time and lose themself in the pleasures of youth suffer for their whole life. Jane is the girl, who has already reached the phase of becoming a responsible young adult and understanding the value of her time and energy. She is working harder and harder for her dream. Emotions, feelings, and fun were not on her priority list. The only things she desires it to be successful, independent, and high above everyone so no one can touch her, question her and harm her. Her goal reciting broke when the door of the classroom opened and a male teacher appeared in front of them. The class went pitch silent again. Everyone took out their books, and stationery to