Idol Memories Novels & Stories

Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you The light turned green. The silver gray Mercedes S600 cruised down the freeway, travelling south. There's a time that I remember When I did not know no pain When I believed in forever And everything would stay the same Ethan was sitting in the front passenger seat with so much soft leather around him that he could barely hear the 389 horsepower,6-liter engine...

My family had to put a stop to the broadcast of my memories. I huddled in a corner, feeling numb about the whole situation, but they struggled to accept reality. Sandra teared up shakily, mumbling in disbelief. Roger gasped heavily, his fists clenched, while Caleb, wearing his heart on his sleeve, punched the table. “I can’t believe Casey is evil! “Where is she? I must ask her if this is real.” The scientist wiped away a tear. “This is the donor’s deepest and most personal memory. There’s one more piece of memory. Do you want to watch it?”

He moved to the machine, pressed three buttons, and then handed three metal helmets to my parents and Steve. “Mr. Zeller,” he explained carefully, “once the three of you sit down and put these helmets on, you’ll be able to view the subject’s memories through the built-in visual interface. Based on her brain activity, she’ll only be able to recall three memories. Anything beyond that is extremely dangerous and could cause brain damage, seizures, bleeding, or permanent memory loss.” “Three times is enough. The first one should be about Emily’s disappearance. She definitely knows something,” Steve said impatiently as he grabbed a helmet and sat down beside me.

As the lock fell into the water, she seemed to hear the laughter of her younger self. How ridiculous. Those vows of 'forever' only lasted five years. After that, she visited every place that held memories of her time with Justin—the restaurants they frequented, the park where they had their first date, the church where they were married… Bit by bit, she erased every trace of their love. Back at home, she gathered all the gifts Justin had given her over the years and threw them into the trash. Finally, she packed her bags. Once she collected the divorce certificate tomorrow, she would leave for good.

"Why is Audrey the chosen one, and I'm just the one you want to sell off? We're identical twins. I'm your daughter, too. Why do you hate me so much that you'd marry me off to a 60-year-old man just so you could organize a grand wedding for her?" My voice shook, but I forced the words out. "If you only wanted one child, if you only ever wanted her… then why keep me at all? Why didn't you get rid of me back then?" They didn't even flinch. They showed no regret or shame. They just looked at me with cold eyes and said…

Make Adrian look like the man who abandoned his amnesiac wife for his first love. If I played the “I don’t remember you” card perfectly, he would have to respond. He would have to come see me. He would have to explain. And maybe — just maybe — in trying to remind me, he would remember how much he once loved me. I got into the car and immediately started drafting the post in my notes app. Something soft. Vulnerable. “Some memories still feel like dreams… some faces still feel like strangers…” Yes. This could work. This could hurt him enough to make him come back.

Kyra had already calmed down by the time she returned to the interrogation room. Eva looked at her as her red lips opened to speak, "Have you thought it through? Are you prepared to hear the last words of your man?" She ignored Eva's attempts at taunting her, and all Kyra did was coldly give the orders to the technician next to her. "Retrieve the last of Julian Colt's memories that had not been played to the public." The technician was hesitant. "Captain Schneider, those memories have been significantly damaged and contain a lot of negative brainwaves before he died. If we retrieve it forcefully, it might…"

Kioni I understand everything now. The little girl I always fought in my dream was me. The little girl was fighting to get in my head, and I refused but all she ever wanted was to get back to where she belonged. She held all the memories I had forgotten about. The good and the bad she carried them all and every time for ten years I had fought her back. All the memories were within my grasp and the simple thing I did brought all of them back.

"Oh that's so thoughtful and good of you. Let's hope that she'll be able to find me in her memories." Because if she forget us, there's no way we will ever be free?? She's the key to us, and can only unlock us if she knew the truth. I just hope the "MEMORIES spell which I had created will work in her memory.

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.