Memorial Lane Book Novels & Stories

Valerie walked slowly between the shelves. Most books contained handwritten notes rather than printed text. Personal journals. Research diaries. Letters. Lives. She reached toward one volume before stopping herself. "May I?" Evelyn smiled gently. "They've been waiting." Valerie opened the nearest journal. The first page contained a simple sentence. Memory is a witness. It is not always the truth. She stared at the words. They echoed everything she had begun experiencing. Evelyn joined her beside the shelf. "The greatest mistake we made wasn't creating the Core."

I didn't want to go all out with the decorations, but I couldn't help myself. I heard the door ring as soon as I lit the last candle. I quickly rushed towards the door, undone my braids, played with them through my fingers, and felt some damp areas. I opened the door, and I sucked in my breath. Liam stood there looking like fucking Robert Sheehan - he's from Mortal Engine and that new show on N*****x. He looks like him but with muscle and more handsome. I became a fan of Robert Sheehan when I watched Mortal Engine on bootleg. Super cute.

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.

It felt as if my soul were being ripped out through the top of my head. Even then, the crowd only grew louder. Rotten vegetables and eggs struck the platform. Someone shouted, "Traitor! Parasite! Rot in hell!" Behind me, the giant screen flickered. My memories began to rewind. The first scene appeared before everyone. It was the third day after Lily's death. I was dragged to the front of her memorial, where everyone demanded the attacker's name. They spat on me. They threw stones. Hands clamped around my arms, and someone yanked my hair hard enough to tear it loose.

“You little money-grubber. Looks like I don’t even need to try with you. All it takes is cash. And that’s one thing I’ve got plenty of.” Yes. For money, I would do anything. “Enough!” The voice cut through the dream. Steve tore off his headset and shouted, “What on earth is this, Mr. Wilson? You really think these memories are real? That liar is slandering Emily!” My parents pulled off their helmets too, their faces pale with shock. Mr. Wilson bowed respectfully. “In theory, memories can’t be fabricated.” “Ugh!” Steve kicked a chair, speechless with rage. Ben’s expression was hard and unreadable. After a long silence, he finally said, “Lily brought this on herself. She didn’t fight back beca

” I interest, feeling outrage and disappointment building inside me. "I told you before ." He opens his eyes. " How?" I ask between my teeth. I feel like time is running out. —Initiates the memory places of the mind, clears the fog and places photos of the specialists in fear in the center,— finally begins to speak. I composed the book to see if anyone else similar to me had seen them before. I thought I could reveal it, a work to incite... someone else's memory. They would see the cover, the indication of a memory, they would take the book, they would read it, the suffocated memories would rise to the top and then they would follow their direction towards me to find more, he clarifies almos

POV: Julian Vane-Moretti The morning in the North End was different now. The air, which for decades had tasted of salt, diesel, and the charred memory of the 1999 fire, had finally been scrubbed clean. Standing on the sidewalk of the newly paved memorial plaza, I breathed in the scent of fresh concrete and damp earth. It was the scent of a beginning a ledger entry that didn’t start with a negative sign.

EVELARA I gazed at the book before me. Stunned and somewhat nervous. All this while I was thinking of finding some mention of this name somewhere, or perhaps a chapter, but I didn't expect to find an entire book out of it. LUNAREETH— the name was written above bold and big with ancient golden inks. The brown leather of the book had turned into ash due to dust. The leather itself had turned edgy and sharp. Seems the book is sitting here for centuries long…

Layla took the book out of her hand and sat down in the wooden chair. “Flip it back about five pages,” Lacey said. She did and started reading. The entry was dated four years ago. Damien had gotten more personal in this entry. It was like professional and personal rolled into one. “The New York Neurology Conference was good, and they seemed somewhat receptive to the idea of Memrose. However, after my presentation, they asked about an antidote. I hadn’t even considered that since I can’t get approval to go into human trials. I couldn’t get the information the association wanted to start human trials without trying the drug out on a live person. I have been hoping for almost a year to find a w

Evelina pulled a book out of her bag that she borrowed earlier in the school library. BAM!!! The thumping sound of the book she put on her desk, sounded very loud because the book was quite heavy and thick. Evelina checks the book and she realizes that she borrowed so much. She didn’t expect that the books borrowed by her were enough. So, no wonder Rissa commented on this morning. “Let’s see what books I just borrowed ...,” murmured while sorting out the book. “There’s a Sherlock Holmes novel, Her Last Word, A Time Return, ... and finally you’re my butterfly?”