Idol Memories Novels & Stories

Afraid of what could happen once she finds out how deep the wound was, she chose to shut her ears to it. Seeing Sean so afraid to roll the dice was really something. Yumi and Laida could attest to it. She wanted her memories back. If not, she wanted to know as to why her memories were still wiped out. That was her reason, but now, she just wanted to bury her memories deep into the ground and get rid of them forever. She couldn't feel any happier having Sean in her life now. It felt like it was the happiest moment she ever had in her lifetime. “Have you already made up your mind about coming back to the office before the anniversary party?”

My fingers caressed the colored notes in my hands and the familiar feeling of longing overwhelmed me. FLASHBACK NARRATIVE ~16 years ago~ *Aidan's Elementary School* A little boy ran into the class of about fifteen kids. "Y'all!" He called the attention of his mates. "I heard 'boo hoo' couldn't get his fees paid. Boo-hoo!" He went to stand in front of a petite boy of around the same age as himself, blocking the little boy's view and taking his books from him.

"No sweat. I'll join you in Eldonfield instead." ... Morning light filtered in, and I opened my eyes, my head pounding from yesterday's flurries. Still, my friend's birthday beckoned. Gift in hand, I couldn't skip it. My phone buzzed with a message from Ted: [Forgot these. Swing by tonight.] Attached was a photo of the Snoopy pajamas. They were a sneaky couple's set I'd bought—one for him, one for me. Whenever he wore his, it sparked a fleeting illusion of happiness, as if he belonged to me, even if just for a moment. In hindsight, it was pathetically laughable.

It’s bad enough the office is talking about the incident earlier, I don’t need them to know about me being sick. Once my stomach is empty and I am left dry heaving I continue towards my 2015 Hyundai Sonata and climb inside. It takes another minute for me to focus and when I do, I turn my car on and drive away. Riker’s number flashes across the touch screen of my car once the Bluetooth has connected but I ignore it. He told me I was nothing to him, so that’s what I will be right now.

– His voice was infused with sarcasm– " and now you’re screaming about tattoos like you’ve never seen them before. Which is impressive, considering half your body is inked like a cursed book. The moment I found you at the bar…. everything has…has changed.” Her lips parted. She almost said, I’m not Isadora, but stopped. She could feel the memories although they were agmented and bitter. She retained some of Isadora's memories and Jesus…they were lots of sexual shits and dicks too. God, is her head a p*rn platform now?? She got back on the bed and pulled the blanket tighter around her, “I didn’t ask for this.” Isadora's mind is a dirty and scary place. A memory of her sucking three dicks at on

he affirmed, recognizing the glimmer of remembrance in my eyes. As the fragments of my past began to coalesce, I felt an overwhelming flood of emotions. Memories surfaced, not just as Iris, but as another, someone named Nadia. The realization hit me like a tidal wave—my true identity was Nadia, and the memories that resurfaced were a tapestry woven with love, betrayal, and tragedy.

“Wait, wait, why do I have to be attached until my first memory plays? And does it run backwards? How does it work?” “The Orb begins with your most recent memory. Meaning it will most likely show things that you do not want to be shown. Things that you possibly have forgotten. These aren’t simple memories; these are known as ‘Core’ memories. Things that are important to shaping you as a person. It starts from the most recent all the way down to your very first memory. So, you could be seeing your family for the first time in 20 years, Isabella.” My heart stopped, and apparently, the look on my face said it all. “We can’t allow that to happen, Adam.” Alexander said, coming to my side. “It may

The girl in the front says with a knowing smile on her face. “, hell yeah she does. You got laid and didn’t bother to tell us? Your friends? Your best friend? Your best friend that sent you on this trip and not even a call to tell us about ….what’s his name?” She says dreamily. “ Mr. Delicious. Chlo, do you see how ripped he is?” She asks. “ oh, yeah. I definitely have noticed.” She says sticking her finger in her mouth.

"No, don't put it in such a fancy way... I can't even act anymore, is that even possible? Even less than that, he was never a part of any of the Christmas shows that were held in the orphanage. Because all he ever did was physically demanding employment, he is unable to work normally as an actor simply due to the fact that his physique has altered. It should come as no surprise that he has no interest in joining the military. He never really had time for himself to think about what he wanted to accomplish, but he knew that if he were born again, he would want to do something. "Wa, wait. Quit? What if your memory reappears the day after tomorrow? "If I can get my memories to come back, then I

On New Year's Eve, my little brother begs me to play hide-and-seek with him. The moment I cover my eyes and count to 30, the "eraser" in my mind starts moving again. I stand frozen for a few seconds, then turn around, go back inside, and start watching TV. An hour later, Mom crouches down in front of me. "Sweetheart, where's your little brother?" Little brother? I blink, confused. "I don't have a little brother…" Her expression drops instantly. Leaving the New Year's Eve dinner untouched, everyone surges out into the heavy snow. But no matter how hard we search, we can't find my brother. Mom raises her hand and slaps me hard across the face. Her eyes bloodshot. "Didn't I tell yo