Memories Of The Future Dramione Novels & Stories

"Thank you, Irene. Go take care of the clinic." She gave me one final, deep nod before turning and walking out of the executive suite, the heavy door shutting quietly behind her frame. I sat alone in the silent office, her parting words echoing through my head. When all this settles, everything will be fine. I let out a bitter, hollow laugh, burying my face in my palms as a sudden, terrifying realization slammed directly into my gut. Everything was not going to be fine. Irene’s scientific data had just proven a horrific fact. The silver-blue drug did not have the capacity to alter or rewrite a wolf's memory. It only caused short, passing visions.

"December 23, 2035. Why? Irene, seriously, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." 2035? Ten years. Ten fucking years into the future. The time loop had dumped me here, in some twisted future where everything had shifted. Brielle with Zane, Gideon dead, me apparently trying to kill Devon at his funeral? And Devon—alive, leading whatever this was. And we, back as sworn enemies. So, which meant he later remembered me, right? Since I'm ten years into the future. I glanced back at the podium. Devon was stepping down now, shaking hands with a few alphas, smiling that sharp, controlled smile. I wanted to run to him, scream his name, make him remember. But the witch's words echoed: stuck

"She contains your divine life energy... remember she has the potential of being stronger than both of us combined. Let's put our trust in her." Phuture nodded. "So we continue fighting alongside The Union Army?" Phuture just wished she could remember things on her own without the help of Terrance. But perhaps she had been shot in the head, and her memories were broken like their soul. Her memories from being at home were cloudy. There were many pieces of her memory that were obviously missing. For example, Phuture approached the bible to perform her divine technique but couldn't remember how to commence the technique. Not only was Celie's memories fragmented, but Phuture's memories of her o

What if these memories—these vivid, detailed memories—were just my brain's way of coping with trauma? "Let's try something else," Dr. Reeves said. "I want you to focus on one specific memory. A clear one. Something recent that you can verify actually happened." "Like what?" "The gender reveal party. You mentioned it in both timelines. Focus on the current timeline version. The one where you exposed Damien. Walk me through it." I closed my eyes. Focused. The party materialized. Not the version where Sienna announced her pregnancy. The other one. Where I was in control.

“Are you saying she’ll never remember me? Will she ever get her memory back?” At that, the doctor sighed, folding his hands together on the desk. “It’s hard to say, Mr. Blackwood. Cases like this are unpredictable. There’s a fifty-fifty chance that she might remember… or never remember at all.” In that moment, Damian’s shoulders sank. He got up slowly, with his movements being stiff, then his eyes fixed on the desk for a moment before he turned around and walked toward the door. He paused, his hand on the handle, but said nothing. Then, he opened the door and left, closing it softly behind him.

💀 Aariz closed his eyes. As if he had known this moment would come. 💔 Ilyaan couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Because the impossible had just become reality. 🌙 And somewhere deep inside… A forgotten memory began waking up. ❤️ A memory of Lyra. A memory of love. A memory of a future that had not happened yet. ⚡ 🖤 To Be Continued…

"Did you do anything bad to me in the past? Jerome, since a few days ago, flashes of things that happened in my past, are starting to cook in my head. I do see a few faces. And I've surely seen yours. I remember us going to a restaurant, and then, I saw a guy in a ponytail." I felt even more bad. The doctor had said that if she began to remember little things from her past, that meant she would get her memory back in a short while. Was I really going to lose her? "It might be too late by then, so I'll tell you now," I said. I saw tears in her eyes. She turned pale. "I-I'm so confused. What's going on?"

Dora shook her head, a little trying to make sense of her thoughts. “You don’t remember anything at all?” Jonald asked, his eyes lit up. “That’s right, I can’t seem to remember. I can only recall that I have a person I like very much but I don’t remember their name or how they even looked like. My head really hurts.” Dora explained, feeling upset. As soon as she started to will herself to recall her past, a terrible headache would ensue. How did she manage to forget the person she liked so much? After multiple attempts to access her, memories she still couldn’t remember. “Alas, you don’t remember? You forgotten Doflamingo, haven’t you?” Jonald sighed out. He hoped his plan would work.

Draco was a hundred percent sure. "No, Astrid. I suppose you might be wrong. Albus has met you. Nearly a hundred years ago, we met. You saved me. However, Albus erased your memories and separated you from me. He then said your meeting with me was just a dream because at that time I was very drunk," said Draco while remembering his sweet memory. "But, why don't I remember? What's my fault so that my memory is erased?" Astrid asked, confused.

Silvester was forced to leave the room after Dianne felt uncomfortable even if he just stood there. He was bewildered that she lost her memory. They were informed that the trauma she received caused the memory loss, and possibly worsened it if her memory was lost but still okay beforehand. Brain damage in this condition will be hard to treat and she might end up with no recollection of her memories forever. Yet, they will try to bring her memories back. "You're my fiancé, right?" Dianne asked as she turned over to Kronos. He looked at Harrison for help but the man could only look away. Should he say yes? Should he say no?