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

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

"Amethyst, these are books that I recommend you to read. That...that is simply a tale. It does not contain relevant and accurate facts and data like what you are looking for," I looked down at the book in my hand. With him here, I had to admit, scouring through this massive book depository seemed easier. I allowed myself to utter my gratitude as I accepted the books he had offered. After a few moments, I began reading all over again. This time he was right. Pages after pages, I learned most of the basics. Rather than a creative narrative, the text appeared to be written like a memoir, as if the person who wrote the passages witnessed the brutality firsthand. It was making me feel nauseous al

"Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world." Did this mean if time travel existed and that if she took part in it, she wouldn't remember anything from the new world? Like she would lose her memories? Thalia doubted it. She flipped through the book, inspecting it more cautiously. She wasn't exactly a superstitious person in any way, so there was no way all this was real. Shrugging her shoulders, she searched for a pen in her bag and recited the popular saying under her breath, "There's no harm in trying…"

Aiden's POV Daryl Watkins inserted the straw into his drink, took a couple of sips, and his eyes lit up at once. "Oh my, you actually remembered! You remembered that I said I liked extra mocha sauce in my java chip frappe! You're the best, Bridget!" Bridget Ellison casually replied, "When have I ever forgotten anything you said?" The other people in the room also agreed loudly with her. "Alright, we all know that you remember every single thing about us!"

" My mouth slowly curved into a faint smile. A single tear of blood slipped from the corner of my eye. In Claire's terrified cry, I lost consciousness. My mind drifted through pain and static. Then a white light opened somewhere deep inside my memory. It was ten years ago, a quiet afternoon in the woods behind the school.

Rose Murdock's POV Raymond believed I had killed our parents. I couldn't even remember the last time he had called me 'honey.' I tilted my head up at the unfamiliar werewolf before me and, unable to help myself, nodded. "Alright." I followed a werewolf whose name I didn't even know into an unfamiliar house. The place was spotless. My gaze swept the room and landed on the coffee table, where several small white bottles were lined up in perfect order. I recognized them instantly—enhanced sedatives. That amount could have put five werewolves to sleep forever.

“Why not?” “I … I can’t remember anything.” Her eyes fell to the ground. It’s not that she couldn’t remember, it’s just … she didn’t want to remember anything about it. Her dark past had been haunting her, chasing her wherever she went. She was scared. Her fear would consume her and bring back all the trauma. Her entire life she had avoided recalling every bit of memory from her parents. And she’s fine with little or nothing to remember at all. “Wait.” Estevan opened his backpack and, later on, pulled out a notepad. “I’ve read a book before—back in my country and took some notes out of it. Here,” he said, pointing at a page. “It’s called Meditation Memory Recall.”

"The First Queen didn't die when she sealed the Hunger. But she was never the same. She forgot the smell of the rain. She forgot the sound of her children’s laughter. The Essence takes the things that make you human or wolf so that it can fuel the light." I looked at my hands. They were steady, even if my heart wasn't. "If the alternative is everyone being eaten by a shadow that hates light, it’s a fair trade, Merek." "You are young," Merek whispered. "To you, memories are just things in the past. To an immortal, memories are the only thing we truly own." "I have Dominic and you all," I said firmly. "All of you will help me remember." Merek finally looked at me, a sad smile on his pale face.

Pleasantries! This is Mics Artemia, the author of A Trip To Remember. This introduction note was written to advise you to read A Trip To Your Heart first before reading this one since this is a Duology. A Trip To Remember is A Trip To Your Heart's sequel. The latter is still unedited, so, I apologize for errors that you will encounter upon reading. You will find the first book on my profile page, with the same theme as the book cover of A Trip To Remember.

-We are talking about half a book, in the first place I don't think you have read it, it is not a very fluid subject to say, and in the second, unless you have a mind capable of knowing it by heart, I don't think you can do it- -I have it- Izen looked at her impressed- The truth is that just from reading a book I can remember its contents for as long as I want- she scratched her cheek- It's like an ability I've had since I was a child- she didn't think the wolf would believe her but he was amazed when he brought the book to her. -Well, I leave it in your hands, I hope a good job- It was the first time that Izen smiled at her, not openly, just the slanted edges of her lips, but that was bette