Memories Of A Night Novels & Stories

I didn't even reply to her when she asked me, because there was so much more to that man and that night that she had no idea about. I exhaled slowly, feeling that same old burn in my chest, the same fury that used to keep me awake at night. My thumb brushed against the folder’s spine. And before I could stop myself, the memory took hold of me, dragging me back to that night, nine years ago. The night of Madelyn’s eighteenth birthday. FLASHBACK (NINE YEARS AGO)

Soft but firm. She remembered the way he said her name. She remembered how her heart jumped. She remembered the confusion. Then darkness. Then pain. She squeezed her eyes shut. “I don’t want to remember,” she whispered. But she remembered. Every small detail. The way the curtain moved that night. The way the air felt heavy. The sound of the door closing. Her tears did not stop. Hours passed. The room became darker. Night came slowly. No one knocked. No one called her.

My fingers caressed the colored notes in my hands and the familiar feeling of longing overwhelmed me. FLASHBACK NARRATIVE ~16 years ago~ *Aidan's Elementary School* A little boy ran into the class of about fifteen kids. "Y'all!" He called the attention of his mates. "I heard 'boo hoo' couldn't get his fees paid. Boo-hoo!" He went to stand in front of a petite boy of around the same age as himself, blocking the little boy's view and taking his books from him.

Fortunately, my sudden movement didn't alarm the gorgeous man, and as a result, I had the pleasure of marveling at his stunning looks. He seemed so serene in his slumber; I remembered his intimidating demeanor at the pub the night before. My eyes widened as I noticed his lower body was only covered by a thin blanket that didn't conceal his size, so I diverted my gaze in fear of being tempted to peek beyond the blanket. I struggled to remember what had happened the night before and what had brought me to this room with this magnificent specimen. "Think, Yesha, think," I told myself. My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened.

She looks at me with fear in her eyes. I run it over and over in my head, while this nagging feeling builds deep inside. “Why would it say that?” At that moment, it hits me. The memories come back like a flash flood and I realize all at once why it said that. I turn to Shanna and her face is white, like she just saw a ghost. Glancing down at my hand, I figure out why she is looking at me that way. Slowly, I say out loud, “Because, I am dead.” I hadn’t noticed that my memories started today, till just now. Still looking at my hand, it slowly disappears. Shanna faints and I disappear forever.

My hands grip the sill as I stare into the night, but all I see are memories I’ve worked so hard to bury. I’ve never spoken about that night. The night I lost everything. The pain rises like a tide, threatening to pull me under, but I refuse to let it. I take a deep breath, blinking back tears. I don’t know why the nightmare came now, or why Damon is the one who pulls me back. Behind me, the bed creaks as Damon shifts. He doesn’t press me further, and for that, I’m grateful. Exhaustion drags me to the couch. I curl up, the cool fabric soothing against my skin. I close my eyes, pushing away the memories, and sleep takes me again.

"So yeah, I'm mad!" That seemed to get under his skin. He paused. Then scoffed. "Imaginary?" His gaze pierced through mine. "You really don't remember anything from that night, do you?" I froze, lips parting. Bits and pieces of that night at the club with Kayla and Katya floated into my mind. The music. The dancing. The tequila shots. So many shots. The ride home was a blur. I remember…laughing, maybe crying. Then…darkness.

I gestured towards a seat in front of the table, opposite mine. She smiled and sat in front of me. I asked her to go on, and she suddenly frowned. "I was thinking that maybe there's a piece of me that I can remember. I have these strange nightmares every night and when they come, they seem to mess with my head. The memories I get, the nightmares…" she shook her head with a distant look in her eyes, almost as if she were recalling them.

My heart, a relentless drumbeat echoing the rhythm of our shared longing, seemed to fill the room with its palpable intensity. But then, my mind summoned a memory I thought I had buried deep within, a chilling recollection that clawed its way back into my consciousness with unrelenting force. The image of that agonizing, rough night at the ranch flooded my thoughts, each detail etched vividly in my mind like scars on my soul.

A month ago, after being seriously injured during the trap orchestrated by those rogues, they got in a coma and once they regained consciousness, some forgotten memories started coming back to their mind. They now remember how they met Leah five years ago on that bar, rescuing her from the bastard who drugged her. That time, they also couldn’t hold back themselves as they feel deeply attracted to her, which led with them spending a passionate night with her. But then the next day, they woke up alone at one of the rooms in the bar. There was no trace of the woman they spent the night with. Moreover, that time, their memory of the previous night seemed to vanish, leaving their minds blank and