Love In New Memories Novels & Stories

"Do you remember anything?" The girl closed her eyes. For a long moment, there was nothing, but then... "I remember... flowers." A pause. "And someone singing." Another pause. "I think... they loved me." Aiden smiled. "Then that's where we start." Behind them, the Book of Origins floated into the air, its pages turning on their own as words slowly appeared: > *A soul is not its memories alone.* > *It is every love it has given... and every love it has received.*>

"Akala ko ba walang karapatan maging masaya ang nanay mo?" Napatda siya sa kinauupuan. "How did you know that?" "At the bar, remember?" he simply replied. "You remember?" gulat na tanong niya. "Honey, I have a very sharp memory," sagot nito. Talaga? Kung matalas ang memorya nito, bakit hindi nito maalala kung paano nagsimula ang pagka-disgusto niya dito? It's almost as if he read her mind when he smiled to face her, and said, "Although, I cannot remember what I actually did for you to hate me."

"Please don't go far. I am just wondering why you are doing all this. It's so unlike you," "Anyway, I am here to ask you a question." She announced. He chuckled with a part of his mouth and wore a wicked smile with the left of his mouth. He drew Jalyn closer and wrapped his hands around her waist. "You said I don’t have a space for her in my heart, but it is not too late to create one, right?" He said. "It's not too late, but I won't consider it love if others see it as one. To me, it's lust mix with infatuation." Tasha spoke her mind with confidence.

The Story Begins… There was a time in the past when werewolves and witches had interceptions among each other in the same land. However, a mutual hatred had emerged from a different angle of the world as to who was the greatest. This caused a huge unsettlement yet it was not so in San Antonio, they interrelated but they did not interbreed, as it was seen as an abomination. Queen Lorelai held a candle in his hand and walked to her secret room while chanting some words. When she got there, she lightened up a mini fire which she fueled with a chicken's intestine.

“It didn’t matter that I lost my memory, I know in my heart that he is someone that I love deeply, and my brain didn’t remember most things but my body definitely did. Some memories of when we were dating have even been recovered. There is no way you can tell me that’s not right.” Calvin held Nirvana’s hand and looked at her sympathetically. “You love him, you are right about that. Your loyalty also runs as deep as your love runs, there’s no doubt about that. But does he love you the same way? You only remembered yourself loving him, do you remember him ever loving you?”

Even though my vision had partially returned, the sheer number of guests around me blurred everything. I struggled to push myself up, but it was futile. The guests continued stepping on me as if I didn’t exist. By the time I managed to lift my head, all I could see was Regina laying her head on Jared’s shoulder. Fireworks erupted in the air, streaking gold across the night sky. “I love you, Baby,” Jared said softly. My chest constricted. I couldn’t tell if it was my heart or my body that hurt, but I couldn’t take it anymore. My vision darkened, and my eyes rolled back.

“That Elena you remember never really loved you. Each time she told herself she did, her heart skipped a beat, because she remembered she was loving the man who demolished her family. There’s no guilt anymore, Thorne. None.” I turned toward him fully, my eyes catching his as the weight of my words sank in. “If there’s anything left in me for you, it isn’t bitterness. It isn’t regret. It’s love. Pure, unshakable love. I love you more than anything. And believe me, before Luna, before the memory loss, before all of it—the time I love you most is now. Now, after I remember everything.” The silence that followed was thick, suffocating, broken only by the hum of the car as the road stretched endl

The bed was still unmade, sheets tangled, the imprint of where we’d lain together still visible. For a moment, I just stood there, staring. He’d left. I sank onto the edge of the bed, burying my face in my hands. The tears came again, silent this time. Not from guilt. Not from shame. But from something deeper. Love. Love I shouldn’t have remembered. Love I didn’t even understand anymore. My memories flickered — brief, disjointed flashes. Ares holding my hand in another life. His voice whispering my name. The sound of laughter, a promise, a kiss. Then pain. Blood. Betrayal.

Can we forget about the divorce? Carter was momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected that from Misty. If she had confessed her love for him in the past, he would have been overjoyed—perhaps even moved to tears. But now, after his patience had worn thin, all he felt was a faint sadness. He looked at her and asked, "Do you love me? What about Zach?" Misty froze, unable to respond. A flicker of disdain flashed across Carter's eyes. "Misty Lawrence, a heart has no room for two."

“You’re not pretending, Jay. You’re surviving. And I… I’ll help you remember. Even if it takes forever.” He lifted his head slowly, eyes glossy, haunted. “But… Lena… what if I never remember? What if I never feel it? What if… it’s just… gone forever?” I swallowed hard, the weight of the truth pressing into me like a physical force. “Then I’ll still love you. I’ll still be here. We’ll… make new memories. Even if the old ones are lost, we’ll create new ones. Together.” He let out a shaky breath, collapsing back onto the pillows, staring at the ceiling. “Together,” he whispered. The word trembled on his lips like it was both a lifeline and a confession of despair.