Romans & histoires Memories Of The Future Dramione

"Weren't we supposed to be swimming and going wild? This definitely wasn't part of the plan, so let's forget it ever happened." "Okay. I imagine us together a year from now. We'll be drunk as hell in a club, then we'll go home, have wild sex, and wake up confused, not remembering anything that happened," I said in a dramatic tone, hoping to get at least a reaction from him. He chuckled. "You'll remember it because you won't be able to walk properly." I laughed, imagining something like that happening to me. "That's so unfair. Why do I get to suffer?"

I decide against calling again. Something tells me it wouldn't work. I take a step forward and in the clear surface of the grouns, I see the ripples it causes. Rupples that grow and spread and begin showing memories. Unclear at first, but I begin to recognize them. There is me and Damien and our recent… activities being shown,. Going backwards, is me in the clearing with Fredja, letting go of the tornado of light. Then there is me, going unconscious and being carried up to my room. Damien and I confessing our feelings. Me coming into the pack mansion. Damien and me and our first conversation. Me arriving at the pack.

"I'll just save myself the stress, you'll go back now but you won't remember this conversation." "The only thing you'll remember are your past life memories. You won't remember the deal nor the repercussion of Damon rejecting me." "Please don't." I begged, tears streaming down my face. "Please don't do this to me." I yelled through tears watching as his body slowly fade away. "Sorry but I don't give a shit about you, I only care for my deal to be properly done." He left while I sat there crying till everything felt numb, I stared at my thumbs not knowing what to do.

She knew that they still had a long way to go, but she was determined to help Ryder regain his memories. "I remember something else," Ryder whispered, his voice filled with excitement. Maya's heart leapt with joy. "What is it?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. Ryder's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze filled with a deep love. "I remember the way we used to talk about our future," he whispered. "I remember the way we used to dream about building a life together." Maya's heart soared with joy. Ryder was remembering their dreams, their aspirations.

“Well, Daemon is dead set in getting mated to Oliver in the next three weeks, and apparently, I have only three weeks to think about it before rejecting him.” “You have three weeks, and you haven't even found anything on the first day? How incompetent can you be?” He asked in an annoyed tone. “It seems like I've wasted my time in finding the cure to getting your wolf back, and maybe even getting your memories back.” My eyes flew wide in surprise. “What do you mean? You've found it? Where is it?” My pulse raced as I thought of getting my wolf back and getting my memories back. I was sick and tired of these planted memories in my head.

“Remember in the ‘Beauty and the Beast’ Movie, the beast was tamed by the beauty. Nephilim doesn’t care about feelings and emotions, neither they feel anything for anyone, so if this situation ever comes into your life that you have to deal with him in that way. I am not sure whether it would work or not. But it worth trying.” . “That situation will not come until I am alive. And there is no way I could feel anything for that monster.”, I announced before leaving. Daina chuckled softly at my outburst. . . Diana’s POV . . “Do you think that situation will never come?”, I asked the only person who could see the glimpse of the future, but he just smiled. . “Time will answer your question.”, He

"What went wrong? I don't remember anything after... after the hallway got crowded." She turned to Damon, and the worry must've shown on her face because his expression softened. "I think it got worse," she admitted quietly. "I'm seeing things that are real. Like, somehow looking into the future." Damon stepped closer and gently lifted her chin with his fingers, making her meet his eyes. "Relax," he said, his voice low and steady. "We're going to help you. You're going to get better. That's why you're here."

And suddenly, visions appeared. Everywhere. The group found themselves surrounded by images. Cities. Kingdoms. Lives. Future possibilities. Countless futures. Countless destinies. All floating around them like stars. Then the darkness touched one. The future vanished. Gone. Erased. Not destroyed. Never existed. The horror hit instantly. The First Memory had told the truth. This thing consumed possibilities. Entire futures. Entire destinies. Entire lives that might have been. The voice echoed again.

Chapter 88 Draco; It seemed time monetarily passed, as I stood there, staring at an exact replica of me. A fucking mistake brought to this world, which should have never been in existence. His expression was comical though, like he has just seen a ghost. But I could clearly detect the confusion in his gaze He must have forgotten, hadn't he? Well that was why I was here. To help him recall. Surely, I couldn't be the only one plagued with the memories .

After a moment of staring at Dylan and lightly biting her lower lip, Miren firmly refuted what he had just said. Miren: "No way, because I'm Drake's wife, and my entire being belongs to my husband alone. You cannot take possession of my heart." Dylan laughed because he thought Miren was so cute. However, Dylan's subconscious is simultaneously harping on him about the gravity of the situation in a hushed voice. In the event that he is unable to discover a way to restore Miren's memories, all of Miren's recollections of him will vanish into thin air. Miren is going to end up being taken away from Dylan, and she is also going to end up being Drake's queen.