Idol Memories Novels & Stories

But that seems to be the case now and if this situation continues, she will be guilty in front of Hannah. Angela left his room. Today's night, he could not sleep at all. He remembered what that 'unknown' user told him. "You just lack a belief in true love. I am sure, one day you will love someone to the point that you will forget your own self. Just to see a little smile on that face, you will be ready to sacrifice your own happiness, your own self." 'Why am I suddenly remembering her bullshit?' He questioned his brain. Pro and con 1 of having a photographic memory. You remember everything word to word. When it comes to good, that's perfect. But there are times when you want to erase all the

Seeing my troubled expression, she gently explained, "You took a memory loss pill and forgot many things. If you can't remember, don't force it." Realization struck me, and I immediately relaxed. "If you had the antidote, would you want to remember?" she asked. I shook my head without hesitation and instinctively rejected the idea. "Though I've lost a lot of memories, I believe it happened for a reason. I feel at peace now, and I don't want to remember anything." Hearing that, her eyes lit up, and she heaved a sigh in relief. "That's great. I like you better this way, free and unburdened."

"You this small girl…" "Mum, warn your daughter!" Noelle looked at their mother like she would cry. "I am no longer a small girl. I am an adult. I celebrated my nineteenth birthday already." Noelle defended herself. Tasha moved her head closer to Noelle, and let her mouth reach Noelle's ear. "No matter how old you are, you will forever be a small girl to me." Tasha declared, whispering. "Why?" Noelle asked. "Because I love you." Tasha smiled, and Noelle smiled back at her.

Every word exchanged between them scratches me. I don’t want her to belong to him. I don’t want her to slip away from me. And yet... I just met her. LYRA He’s looking at me. And the world freezes. It’s not a neutral gaze. Nor that of a superior. Nor of an old friend. It’s a gaze of a man lost at the edge of a memory. A gaze that seeks. That doubts. That begins to remember. He begins to remember that night... I want him to remember.

She couldn't help but wonder if she had really misunderstood everything about me. Harvey's face drained of color as he seized Wanda's hand, struggling to keep his composure. "It's all a lie! It has to be! He fabricated those memories to get himself off the hook, Wanda! You can't fall for it!" Wanda remained silent, her eyes locked onto the screen. It was then that the screen suddenly went black. It wasn't over—it had been intentionally disconnected. Those in the crowd immediately erupted. "What's going on? Why did it stop?"

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h

Ate shit 'til I can't taste it Chased it with straight liquor Then paint thinner, then drank 'til I faint And awake with a headache And I take anything in rectangular shape Then I wait to face the demons I'm bonded to 'Cause they're chasin' me but I'm part of you So escapin' me is impossible I latch onto you like a—parasite And I probably ruined your parents' life And your childhood too 'Cause if I'm the music that y'all grew up on I'm responsible for you retarded fools I'm the super villain Dad and Mom was losin' their marbles to You marvel that? Eddie Brock is you And I'm the suit, so call me— Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum And I'm not knowin' when I'm Ever gonna slow up and I'm R

66 He said, "The only real reason you can't is because you were in the wrong place to begin with. This is where you belong. Where you once lived. Time is not only the answer to getting your answers, sometimes you just need to go back to the past... go back to where you truly belong." I sighed, acknowledging the truth in his words. "You're right. If I want to remember, then this place is the perfect setting to harness my memories." The decision to confront the past, to explore this familiar yet mysterious place, lingered in the air like a quiet resolution.

“My nose is cold. I should’ve worn a ski mask.” “But then I wouldn’t be able to see your beautiful smile.” Memory rolled her eyes, and they both laughed at the cheesy comment. “No one would be able to tell I wasn’t singing.” “True. I’d know, though.” She snickered. “You’d definitely know if I was. So would all of the alley cats.” “Mem—stop. It can’t be that bad.” Rather than trying to explain to him just how awful a singer she was, Memory decided to change the subject, noting the warmth that seemed to radiate throughout her body when he called her Mem. “I was hoping Ellie would ride with you.”

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."