Memories Of A Night Novels & Stories

Or was it something else entirely? I tried to think. I really did. My mind kept circling back, chasing shadows. Feels like there's a hole in my memory. A blank sheet. Every time I tried to trace my steps from that night….what I ate, what I drank, my mind would hit a wall. But one memory came crashing through. Screams. My own screaming. It echoes in my skull like a haunting. The way I begged. The way I cried. Cursed and pleaded. I remember that night too well…too painfully.

Step one was dealing with the bracelet. I was thinking about how to get my bracelet to David because that was important to me, but I didn’t know how to react or even function if I saw him again, knowing what happened last night. What if I asked him if there were any specific bracelets in his room when he forgot who the girl he slept with was, then I am going to be doomed. It feels like I made him remember that I am the woman he spent the night with. Thinking about this infuriated me until my phone rang. It was River.

Not yet. Not when he still didn’t fully understand what was true. That night, Zayden wasn’t able to sleep. He stood in the dim light of his bedroom, staring at the city below. His mother’s words echoed in his head. Another mistake… He closed his eyes briefly. Fragments returned again. Room 1408. A girl stepping back. A voice saying “don’t.” But the memory still refused to become complete. His hands tightened slightly. “This doesn’t make sense,” he muttered.

Or the floor, or the ground, or up against a wall. I gave a tiny shudder and gave myself a concussion-inducing mental slap. I had to stop thinking about him in such an erotic way. He wasn’t my type and I was certainly not his. I’d seen him in the gossip pages, and at awards events, with blonde bombshells who looked so perfectly put together, they could have been supermodels. Some of them are supermodels. Interestingly, Niamh is a blonde bombshell with her white-blonde hair and stunning figure. I haven’t cracked any mirrors lately but I can safely say I do not look anything like a supermodel. Not even close. I fall into the category of a mousy girl next door. Or maybe a girl down the road, so

I nod in agreement as he whispers. I continue to watch the movie that is currently playing on the flat screen television. The film was about a woman who had a one-night stand with a stranger and discovered two months later that she was pregnant for the stranger. She didn't know his name, and because it had been such a passionate night, she couldn't even recall his face. According to the lady, the only way she can recognize the man is if they both have sex because she remembers his sexy abs and his mighty dick. Unfortunately. After deciding not to abort the child... Years later, she went to a popular company that was looking for employees, and there she met a sexy guy who was the company's ow

and I have come too far for this! My eyes glow a bright yellow as scales appear on my face. I glared into her deep dark grey eyes. I bite down into my fore fingertip letting the blood leak down to my claw. I then drop my blood into her left eye. She immediately starts screaming as the blood burns into her eyes, steam came out of her eye. Interesting.... since she has my blood time freeze doesn't work on her. Her left eye glows yellow as a symbol appears on it, and my left eye glowed grey. Through my left eye, I could see a hallway from our childhood home filled with doors each containing a memory. Above every door is an orb that's the source of the memory playing through the door. With my ri

I hated what it meant. More than anything, I hated how I got it. I swallowed hard, squeezing my eyes shut as if that would block out the past. But I should have known better. The past never stayed buried. It always came back. And tonight was no different. As sleep tugged at me, exhaustion finally winning over my tense body, the memories crashed into me like a tidal wave—pulling me under, back to that night… nearly eight years ago. The candles flickered in the dimly lit room, casting eerie shadows against the stone walls. The air was thick—stifling—with the scent of burning sage and the faint traces of wine from the ceremony.

ANDY’S POV I block my eyes from the sun with my hand as I get up from the bed. I decided to sleep with the light on and I forgot to shut the window last night before I went to sleep, so the blinding sun greets me with a subtle threat of blindness. I put a slight pressure on my eye to ease the sleepiness before climbing out of the bed. It was hard to fall asleep last night because my mind didn’t stop replaying the events of that day and when I finally fell asleep, I did not know.

“Sometimes, I remember it one way, and others, very different. I can recall seeing you so long ago, like in a dream, like I emerged from a river, eyes full of water and there you were, looking down on me. You looked just as you do now, not a hair different. That memory stays with me but it isn’t possible that it can be real.” Drust croaked again, “Why is that?” “Because my grandsire Relle carried me, putting you in my arms in the wondrous stone circle at Callanish when I was but a few months old. There’s no way I could recall that moment, but I’ve heard of that day, on Lammas, for all of my life.” “You’ve seen so much with me, little one, why is it you cannot believe your clear memory of tha

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me