Memoir Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Because once the memory extractor starts, the high-frequency pulses will make every bone in your body feel like it has been crushed a thousand times over. After that, you will not get another chance to explain yourself." My face went white. I thrashed against the hands holding me. "Claire, no! "You cannot extract my memories!" Claire seized my wrist, her teeth clenched. "Now you're afraid? "Too bad. "I have to get justice for Lily." Tears blurred my vision. "Claire, please listen to me. My memories cannot be shown. You will regret this." Claire laughed once, sharp and bitter. Her eyes were bloodshot when she leaned closer. "Regret?

"OK!" Breakfast was fast today, fresh snow had fallen during the night and everyone wanted to hit the slopes first. Nobody noticed that Hannah was missing. Alissa already had everything ready an hour after breakfast, she sat on the sofa in the living room and took the remote control. But there was just nothing decent on TV and she turned it off after a few minutes. She went to the bookshelf and took out a novel, the title sounded promising and so she decided to take it with her room and read it comfortably in her bed. In the past few months she had read a great many books; she had had nothing else to do. She shook the thought away and opened the door to her room on the second floor. She thre

And, if it wasn't just my imagination, the voice I remembered from a little memory that crossed my mind earlier sounded similar to his voice. Or perhaps my mind is playing tricks on me. I've heard many voices in the last two years, but when it comes to that man, I only hear a familiar voice. I'm not sure. I'm completely perplexed. I can't think clearly. Something in me is driven to learn everything I can about my past. To discover who I truly am.

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

His voice shook as he said, “She’s really lost her memory? Why would God punish me like this? She’s my only daughter. I never even had the chance to make things right.” Then he broke down crying. I had never seen a grown man sob like that before. It was almost funny. But at the same time, it made my stomach turn. Whoever they were, the way they cried disgusted me. It was strange. Why did I feel that way? They looked so heartbroken. I couldn’t figure it out. The man kept weeping as he pulled out his phone. “Mr. Wilson, Lily really has amnesia. You have to find a way to help her remember us. She’s my only child.”

my wolf chimes in. “Hm, that’s true,” I admit. I quickly lose track of time as dawn approaches rapidly, unaware of the fleeting minutes passing me by while I fully submerge myself into the vast collection of stored information held within the forgotten book. I can’t help but feel a connection to those I’m reading of; an unexplainable sense of familiarity surrounding them while I study their portraits found alongside each unique memoir, an uncanny resemblance shared between them, Ash and myself.

“But they were only here during special occasions and long holidays. They’re busy with their job.” He started walking and I copied him. I didn’t bring my phone and earbuds with me. The last time I listened to an audiobook while running with a companion was a disaster. Jay thought I was having an anxiety attack because of my facial reaction to the thriller book I was listening to. I don’t want Angelo to think of me like that. “Are your brother and sisters are also like you?” I hate asking the obvious. If there’s a habit I would like to erase, that would be it.

Life-altering. The second was from a New York publishing house. They had read her UN speech. They had followed her interviews. And now, they wanted her story—raw, unfiltered, written in her own voice. Her memoir. Not as a product or campaign piece, but as an act of truth-telling. No ghostwriter. No one else’s words. Just hers. Just everything she had been too afraid to say before.

He did not love her anyway. However, Harry felt an emptiness on the way back to the hospital. It was as if a large piece of his heart had been ripped out. His thoughts were a tangled mess, binding his mind and threatening to explode. He looked at the city, recalling many memories with Celine. The fragments of memory lingered in his mind like a thick fog, blurry yet incredibly clear. Hesitantly, Harry finally instructed his assistant, "Continue investigating Celine." Only after saying this did he seem to feel a little better.

The necklace was with me since then, but I didn't know where that necklace came from since my memories from the past were gone. That would be my biggest revelation, why my memories aren't present? Why couldn't I remember anything from the past? Even a single memory with my parents. I didn't know, but I'll find the answers soon. The necklace was beautiful it has some white diamonds in it. Well, though I wanted to buy that I didn't have much money, even a penny except for the money Hildred gave me. "Do you want that?" I was just shocked when I heard his voice. He's so close to me, whispering to my ears.