Idol Memories Novels & Stories

He sounded relieved. "She woke up once last night. She didn't even recognize me." Last night, when I first came to, my vision hadn't cleared yet. I simply couldn't see who was there, so I asked. The healer went on, "She's been unconscious for so long, it's normal that her memory's jumbled. We'll run another test. If there's memory loss, there are always witches' potions. The southern witch, Olivia…" This poison mainly targeted the mind of a werewolf, and only then the body. My body felt fine. Clearly, the healer's antidote had worked.

Fifty years after the Battle of Sanctuary, a new threat emerged. Not war. Not invasion. Disease. “We are calling it the Memory Plague,” Dr. Kira Chen told the council. At one hundred and twenty years old, the chief medical officer had seen countless crises. But this one terrified her. “What does it do?” asked Ember, the current leader of Sanctuary. “It erases memories. Selectively. It targets identity, culture, and history. People wake up not knowing who they are or where they came from.”

Especially the four men who are in the group, namely Nox Cyril from Cyril family who are very influential in the business world, Lucas Aland is a teenage model who has been famous since childhood, Franss Vessalius is a talented child in the field of IT, and Owen Blouse from a well-known family in the field of medicine. On the other hand, Larissa Klariss is a Klariss family of famous designers. Not to forget also with the bright brown-eyed girl, although Evelina is fairly simple. She has an IQ of 200 since childhood and she has received many science awards. Not only that, she has a very beautiful appearance. So, no wonder many people like her. Because today is the first day of school so they

I Smeared her. I lunged forward and grabbed the Mirror-Darlene’s face with my bloody, scarred hands. I forced the memory of the square—the cold, the wet, the "Not Enough"—directly into her cyan-gold eyes. The Idol shrieked. Her liquid-fire hair turned back into messy copper; her flawless skin erupted in the jagged scars of the foundry. She wasn't an idol anymore; she was a Mirror of the Truth. "ERROR," the voice of the First Luna shrieked from the Mirror-Moon. "ICONOGRAPHY IS DE-STABILIZED. THE EIGHTH LAYER IS UGLY".

“No… not him. Not like this.” Do you see the problem now? Adam’s voice wrapped around her like cold air. Memories aren’t built to replace reality. They collapse under pressure. Lola clenched her jaw. “Then I’ll find one that doesn’t.” She ran down the hallway, flinging open doors each room shifting into another memory when she entered. A study night with friends. A pillow fight. A secret make out session. A breakdown at 3 a.m. after a failed exam. None of them held.

He announced and left the stage. "Thank you, dear husband," I said to him and then face the crowd. "Memories platform is a place for people with trauma, memories to come together and form new ones. The product is made for those who have low self-esteem about their skin, body, and appearance. Miss Anita, can you please come up with a sample of the product." I requested. Anita came to the stage with all her sweetness and handed over a bag containing the memories product to me. "Thank you, Anita," I said to her. She bows and left the stage.

I said to Fabian, "Honestly, I don't remember much of our past." His eyes grew red-rimmed when he heard me, but he forced a smile. "Anya, I came to confess something. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I think I should tell you the truth," he said. "Do you remember the vitamins I gave you a few months ago? They weren't really vitamins but an experimental drug I developed. They can erase parts of a person's memory, and they haven't been released outside the lab."

“Well, I can't forget you. Ever since I saw you, you've been on my mind.” I let out a laugh, relief filling me as I look at him. He could have just said so, there was no need to pretend to be interested in who I am when he came for Medusa and not the woman behind her. “I see, well the fantasy usually dies out when you realize I'm not what I claim to be.” I smile, this time genuinely. “Medusa is an act, it's my job. I can pretend to be anyone, make you feel special and still go and cuddle up next to my boyfriend.”

"Because you once mentioned in passing that you disliked the scent of perfume, she threw out every bottle she owned. Once, when you had a fever, she drove overnight into the mountains to gather herbs for you, nearly falling off a cliff in the process. "Don't you feel that over the years, for your sake, Ms. Arden has worn herself down until she's no longer the woman she used to be? "I still remember the first time I saw her. She was in a red dress, drinking with people at the private club. She laughed when she lost and raised an eyebrow triumphantly when she won. She was so vibrant and radiant, like a flame. But now, that spark is almost gone." Theodore froze as a memory of their first meetin

She asked and leaned back in her chair. "There's not much to talk about." Alissa dodged. “I had a lovely childhood and I have fond memories of it. My parents loved each other and we were a happy little family. Then when I was sixteen my father died, my mother couldn't stand it alone and a short time later got married again. But this man wasn't nearly as loving as my father. At some point I couldn't take it at home any longer and I ran away. ”She took a moment and Hannah looked at her sympathetically. "I'm sorry. But what did you do when you weren't home? You were still so young, didn't you have to go to school? "