M E M O R I Z E Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

” I asked, frustrated by the sassy words. “I really don't know,” Emily said, flipping onto the next page. They even wrote more about this problem. How the crossing over worked initially, the explanation of parallel worlds, alternate universes, doppelgängers. Signs of being from another world after total memory loss, and stories. A bunch of stories of people who have suffered from this. “Author?” Nikkie asked, and Elaine flipped the book over. “MoonCub.” She replied, with a sigh. “Well, let's find MoonCub. " We have the map, don't we?” Nikkie said, snatching the book.

“You… remember everything, Eveline?” Madeline nodded with certainty. “Yes, I do.” “That’s great.” Eloise was relieved, but she quickly let go of Madeline remorsefully. She knew that Madeline hated her parents before she lost her memories because of how deep they had hurt her while the Madeline without her memories had called them ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’. Eloise was grateful enough as it was and did not dare to hope for more. She was merely disappointed and sad. “Do you really remember everything, Eveline?”

Mark said pretty much excited and before I could say no, he was out of sight, "Hmm" I sighed softly,I miss her, I missed her so much. If wishes were horses, if only wishes were horses. Hey guysssss!!! Chapter 18 is out! Yes.. I know it took me weeks to update but remember something, I did anyways lol😝😝 I sincerely apologise for the late update,I hope you keep believing in my writing,"Memories" is an amazing story, I hope you stay put in this journey of memories. Thanks y'all for the support and encouragement, thanks so much. Thanks for taking out your to read this story, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Enjoy 😎😎 Don't forget to vote, comment and share. Thanks Xoxo

PHOEBE I spent the entire night tossing and turning, my mind trapped in a chaotic, unending loop of ocean-blue eyes and haunted confessions. Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory. The man literally couldn’t forget a single bad day if he tried. Every slight, every grief, every scratch on a wall or tone of voice was locked away in his brain in permanent, unyielding high-definition. It was mind-blowing, it’s exciting yet I could guess how exhausting it might also be. I couldn’t even remember what I’d eaten for breakfast last Thursday, and my entire childhood before the age of ten was just a blank, velvety void of nothingness—a biological mercy file my brain had apparently decided to delete fo

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

Digging into my memories, I found the right one, then stopped. I had a different idea... one that I figured might actually work better. I went to the newly created folders that held Grandfather's memories. All that remained of him besides his body-which was in the process of being moved to the roof for the Memorial of Fire- was this one precious database of his knowledge. I carefully sifted through the memories, going back in time to just the right point, and brought the memory up. I made a copy of it to avoid corrupting the original, refiled it, then took the copy into a private corner to examine it.

"You remember?" "Yes, that is my name. How did you know that?" "Do you remember your surname?" "Genesis Leticia Roseburg." I said instinctively. "Genesis Leticia Roseburg?" "You remember." "But how?" I was so confused myself. "I never knew it. Only now when you called me Genesis. How so?" "It's part of the memory gaining tactics. Sometimes you just need a key word, and you will remember so much." "The way you said it... promise me, Genesis."

"Anya, I'm allergic to milk. Don't you remember?" I froze, then said, "Oh, really? Sorry, I forgot. Lately, I seem to have trouble remembering things about you. What's going on? Why did we get together in the first place? It's very strange. Why am I only forgetting things about you?" Fabian's expression grew darker as I spoke, showing signs that he might explode.

He frowned, “it’s Finn, your bestie. Damn that accident must’ve shaken up your brain a bit.” I shook my head, “I remember things just fine.” Aria looked up at him, “he doesn’t remember us.” I began to grow frustrated with these people who claimed to know me. Groans came from the other cots and two guys with brown hair both got up at almost the same time. The one with the darker hair spoke first, “looks like everyone is alright.” Aria gave him a sad smile, “Zach has amnesia.” He let out a disbelieving laugh, “you’re joking.”

I remember those interactions of us like old Indian television drama where both the protagonist hates each other at the beginning of the scene, but till the end of the drama, they gradually generate feeling for each other. Sometimes I feel or could conclude that the memories I lost are about my love for Mr. Hemsworth and our family and sometimes about some tragic event that happened to me in the past related to Mr. Hemsworth, but indeed it's not a TV drama, my life thou. To me, I'm lost, I want to meet Louis and want to know about my lost memories, but there is nothing I can do about it. when I was working under Mr. Hemsworth, he used to despise me for being clumsy and late for work, so how