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I let her taunt slide and turned to Kane on the bed, pain and disbelief burning in my eyes. "Get his memory back?" I gave a brittle smile. My voice hitched, like I was already about to cry, like her thoughtless cruelty had just broken something in me. "Don't you know, Selena?" I faced her, my voice raw with betrayal. "Mnemowort is a cure for ordinary wolves. But for Kane, whose wolf is grievously wounded, any herb that forces his memories back is deadly poison!" My voice spiked, hoarse with fear. "That'll cage his broken wolf in those splintered memories, ripping at him over and over! Whenever he thinks back, it'll feel like his wolf is being torn open all over again!

Saying that quite out loud "When she awoke in a cold sweat, the darkness fresh inside and outside her mind, I would talk to her, speak words of encouragement in that high, teetering voice of mines until she made it to other end of the hall and to her mother’s room. You’re almost there. You’re almost there. No one had ever grown closer to her than me, no one had ever come closer to feeling like home." I sighed, that was her favorite story line from the book "Memories" by Dim Leon, I remember how much I hated reading that book, but she made me read her bed time stories. "I miss you every day Nuella" keeping aside a picture of hers, she was smiling at me that day, she looked so beautiful, she

“Don’t you remember me? You forget people easily.” Mable looked at the man in front of him and confirmed that she had no impression of him. She smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember many things. May I ask who you are?” “I’m Howard Morse. How bad is your memory that you don’t even remember me?” “Howard Morse?” Mable was slightly bewildered. She had no memory of him. Howard looked at Mable and frowned when he saw that she did not seem to be pretending. “Mable, did you lose your memory again?”

Most of what she skimmed looked like medical gibberish to her. She opened another journal with a bookmark. In that article, he had written about an experimental drug called Memrose. He had developed it with a former colleague who was a neurosurgeon as well. It was a drug that could be used to erase the memory of prisoners of war. After years of testing and adjusting, Memrose was successful in wiping the memories of prisoners of war as far back as a year. They would have no memory of where they were held and what they were asked or what they had told the enemy before being released. “Oh my God!”

The white text of the message began to scramble, the letters turning into gold sparks. **[PROCESSING...]** **[AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED: ENTER PRODUCT KEY]** "A product key?" I gasped. "I don't have a key!" **[01:15]** The city was almost gone. We were standing in a white void, surrounded by floating "Assets"—a car door, a streetlamp, the frozen businessman. "The key!" Leo yelled, his voice fading as his body turned into pixels. "It’s the one thing they can't simulate! It’s the **First Memory**!"

I switch off the lights in his room and leave the door slightly open the way he loves it and head back to my room. I remove my clothes and dip myself in the Jacuzzi to help relax my tired body. I slid in and close my eyes and just replay what happened a while in my head. It reminded me of the painful times in high school when I used to have a huge crush on Josh. My hope got crumbled when he went ahead and dated my biggest enemy and bully Melisa. I admit it was quite foolish of me to think a handsome and popular guy like him would fall for a person like me.

[Host, you can't kill me. Feng Yun opened her eyelids with difficulty and checked the surrounding environment. After collecting her thoughts, Feng Yun turned her gaze to the sparkly ring on her left hand's middle finger. [Host, I'll send the plot summary and the original soul's memories to you. Please accept.] [Ding! The activated novel "Film Empress: The white moonlight in my heart"] Feng Yun immediately felt as if her mind was being probed, one needle after another, to the point that cold sweat gathered on her forehead.

he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief and confusion. Realization dawned upon Mathias as he remembered that he had been in his own room just moments ago. "This must be an illusion or some kind of secret memory stored within the book," Mathias muttered to himself, his voice laced with a mixture of intrigue and uncertainty. He glanced down at one of the newspapers and noticed the date: April 3, 1896.

Her final days came like a sudden hurricane, destroying everything in its path. Tears fell down my eyes as I was drifting off to sleep. I wished that when I woke up tomorrow morning I would be back in my London apartment, while she remained here happy and alive. Why did you have to go? ————————————— I woke up the next morning at six. My head hurt from crying myself to sleep the night before. I think that was the first time I cried again after her funeral. I got up from bed, got dressed, and went directly to the kitchen. I saw Lucas on the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea while reading today’s newspaper. His face was serious with a hint of uneasiness, like he wanted to focus on the paper i

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.