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

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!

“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**!"

'' He said. ''I'm good, I said'' unsure what his intentions were now I was back in his life. I wasn't sure of anything around him, since the girl right here, the girl I was now was not the girl he remembered. The easygoing girl, liked by everyone, the girl who was his girlfriend. Now I was a girl who went to juvie and killed a guy, that changed me. He acted as if nothing ever happened, or maybe, that was how he tried to fool himself like I tried to fool myself by telling myself I was over him.

Thanks to all of you who read this book to the very end. Novel may not remember anything, but her heart knows she belongs to Alexei. Love is beautiful, and I hope each of you finds a love that fills your heart with happiness—a love your heart can recognize even when your mind cannot. Thank you all for your support. You can also check out my other book, I'm Your Brother's Wife, Dear Ace. Thank you! 😊

I sit there with my hands in my lap, watching the empty road unspool in the headlights, and I think about how many ways there are to lie to this man, and how none of them feel like they'll survive very long against someone who reads society pages for information and keeps a source inside a biotech company for eight months without anyone finding out. "I dreamed it," I say. "You dreamed it." "I know how that sounds." "Try me anyway." So I tell him. Not everything — I keep Celeste's phone call to myself, keep Tobias's name out of it, keep the exact shape of the gate and the fire and Celeste's mouth saying not yet — but I tell him about a wedding night that goes wrong, about a city that falls ap

But Mom was right—I was starting to remember things. Still, I won't deny it. I missed Mabel. A lot more than I expected to. Little flashes were coming back gradually. I remembered working for Mike to bring down someone whom I couldn't remember. I didn't know why Matilda helped me a lot in remembering Isabella, and I also remembered I loved dandelions. The way the living room light slanted in from the window around this hour. It didn’t always last, but it came in stronger waves these days.

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.