M E M O R I Z E Novel Novels & Stories

Mysterious. Forgettable.

"Elara! Don't scare me like that again; you know I'm not like you. I don't know what to do when left alone in situations like this one. He doesn't remember me yet; he keeps saying I feel familiar, but he can't just place my face. I wanted to tell him, but the doctor insisted that I shouldn't. When I tried to tell him that I knew that patients who had lost their memories need to be kept in touch with the life they once lived so that it doesn't become totally alien to them when they regain their senses. "I'm sorry. I was only worried about you. You worry too much, Maera. The young man has barely even had a whole day to see how well the antidote worked. Let's wait until he wakes up fully. The d

But nope, no joy. I skipped dinner, and the last light faded from the sky outside. I’m curled up in bed reading my latest guilty pleasure, a shifter romance called Mates and Memories where the princess loses her memories and becomes a better person. That’s what Enzi needs: someone to smack him on the head, knock his memories loose, declare him a nothing omega, and with some luck, he’d learn some humility like the Princess in this particular story. A girl can dream right?! I feel like he has it in him to be a decent person, sometimes I see hints of it.

Tasha opened her eyes, she sat on the bed and frowned her face, confused. "Where am I?" She scanned the room, and she was surprised to see herself in her room. "How did I end up here?" She troubled her head to recollect how she ended up in her room, but she remembered nothing. She tried to stand up, but she was too weak to stand up, and she took a deep breath. Malachi came, smiling, with a cup of tea in his hands. “You open your eyes already?”

She placed her parents in the rescue narrative as if she were reciting a script. Rowan listened, face still. When she reached the cabin scene, he asked, “What color was the rag.” She blinked. “Blue.” “We never owned a blue rag,” Rowan said. “The infirmary uses white linen.” Her smile held. “You’re misremembering. Trauma—” He opened the folder and slid the ledgers and bank receipts toward her. “Then correct the ledger. Correct the witnesses. Explain the transfers.” She didn’t touch the papers. “Rowan, if you’ve convinced yourself—”

Don't be stupid—" But before he could finish his little speech, Michael's voice boomed from the stage. He said slowly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "Actually, I already knew Aurora was at that party." The whole room froze. Audrey, my parents, and even I were stunned. Wait. Did that mean he remembered me that night? Even under the influence of the drug? My chest tightened as a bad feeling prickled at me. Audrey, though, thought Michael was finally speaking in her defense. Her chin lifted high again, her voice smug and loud.

Before long, a strong scent of jasmine drifted in. Elio wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice soft and coaxing. "Why didn't you wait up? Are you mad at me? The doctor already told you the memory loss was an accident and that it'll take time to resolve. I've already agreed to rebuild things with you. What more do you want from me?" I didn't respond. He didn't know I had already learned the truth. Even when I didn't respond, he wasn't mad and kept talking anyway, his voice low against my ear.

One of the female help bowed their head in response then sped out of the room. “Whose blood?” I asked, and her red gaze met my eyes. “Memorian.” She responded. “Those man-eating beasts that thrive in the mountains, I mean, well generally in cold places but you know.” Memorians are man-eating beasts that usually distort the memory of their preys. When the Prince had been giving a tour of Portburgh to Daisy, after Vivanna’s death, of course, he had wanted her to see the land that she would inherit. They had been caught in a snowstorm and separated. Daisy met a lone memorian who distorted her memory, making her believe that it was Kassian’s and her child.

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."