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

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.

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."

I pursued my older sister’s best friend relentlessly for three whole years before she finally agreed to a secret relationship with me. However, after five hidden years together, right as I was preparing to propose, I overheard a conversation between her and her friends. "Your first love is about to return to the country. How do you plan to handle that substitute boyfriend of yours?" "Make sure you have a solid excuse when you break up with him. Don't make it too ugly, or Cora will never forgive you if she finds out her little brother got hurt." After a long silence, she made her decision. "Then I'll just fake amnesia. I'll pretend I forgot the past five years. Since it was a secret relat

Before all this. Before the car accident that took my memory. Before Damien and Eden — before everything I knew now. I swallowed, trying to keep my tone even. “I’m not sure I remember enough to miss it.” A soft gasp came from one of the aunts at the far end of the table. Esme’s lips curved even higher. “How convenient,” she said in mock sweetness. “Selective memory loss — forgetting poverty, keeping the husband. Impressive, really.” My chest tightened, heat burning at the back of my throat.

Finally, they tossed me into a deep basin in the ground. A ship passed by at that moment, and Queenie proclaimed that the island god had forgiven them. She then announced that it was the perfect time to board and leave this island. All of them followed her lead and left me here to die. And now here I was, reborn. This time, I would make this woman pay. Just like in my previous life, my still sane colleagues were now all shooting Queenie dubious looks. "Elf Queen? Is that a joke?" "Yeah, this isn't Lord of the Rings, you know."

If I did, I may remember the things I wanted to forget. ‘The Alpha’s Omega,’ was one of many books I had read. Its plot did not stand out to me but why now, at this point, did I remember everything, even lines that I had totally forgotten about? Why did I remember the sensation I got when reading it and why, of all the books I had read, did I have to enter this one?

But she sent many maids and bodyguards with her so that she would not go anywhere alone. Then while roaming in the mall, Swati's eyes fell on a novel lying in a book store. She didn't know why she seemed familiar. So she bought it to read. But as soon as she came home and started reading that book, she gradually remembered everything. How did her accident happen? How did she get into a novel and how did she come back? She had remembered everything. Coming out of her memories, Swati hugged her bracelet and fell asleep. At the same time, a meeting was going on in a private room of a famous hotel in Mumbai.

What if I’ve already seen more R‑Reset stuff in the last hour than in my whole life? "Why did you stop to kiss, Moriem?" I ask. The other guys had no hesitation—they kissed me without pause. I was ready to move on, to reach the next level. But Morien always holds back. "Why?" I ask again. He studies me quietly. "It’s not that you remember everything yet," he says at last. "You’re not fully ready." "There’s still more to remember?" I whisper. He doesn’t answer with words, but his eyes say everything.

Then Mira noticed something. “Moment.” Everybody looked up. “What?” She pointed to the windowboard. There was a book. Nobody knew how it came. A minute ago it hadn't been there yet. They were safe. Slowly Aren came closer. The book was old. But not dusted. It's like it's just been deposited there. There was no title on the cover. Just one word. Memories Silence. Aren carefully opened the first page. And stared. Because there was a photo glued in.