Memories Of The Future Dramione นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Draco POV: next morning I woke up nearly late in afternoon with heavy headache and faint memories of my previous night…. all I could remember was Jasmine moan mixed with pleasure and pain… Yesterday when Jasmine left for deck house Petro walked up to me and offered me to drink wine with him… I finished drinking a gallon of wine when Jasmine and Sargon kiss memories started flashing in front of my eyes…. I felt my dragon getting angry…. with that rage in my mind I my Dragon managed too took over my sanity and I made my way straight to royal room where jasmine was sleeping…

It has been weeks since then. I wipe the memory from my head with a shake of my head choosing to focus on the flames. I envision Draco as a young boy sitting there on the rug as I told him a story. Tears stream to my eyes while I smile slightly. It is a memory I have played many times after his death. His sweet laugh rings through my ears as I hear my name. I ignore the voice not wanting my memories interrupted. I drift with my er zi in the picture I made but am snapped out of my vision when someone taps my shoulder. I pay them no mind and stare into the fire knowing that they will leave.

She stood at a single spot and looked at the operating theatre door for minutes. She took her eyes away from the door and looked at the main entrance door, wondering how Noelle’s surgery was also going. Adele was with Noelle, but Tasha's mind was unrest. She wished she could become two and separated herself from the two places. She inhaled deeply and walked to the chair before releasing the breath. “Oh, god.” She sighed and sat down. She took her phone out of the pocket and saw many missed calls from Malachi. She presses the ‘call back’ option, and Doctor Harvey opened the OP theatre, and walked out with a bitter look and his walking manner wasn't speaking joy.

It made him look even more adorable than he usually was. “But…” Diana’s happiness gave way to puzzlement. “Why aren’t my memories restored yet?” She felt like she had taken the medicine for nothing. “It’ll be soon.” Shiloh glanced at the clock and added confidently, “If my estimation is accurate, you’ll regain your memories in one minute.” It was impressive of Shiloh to calculate the time so accurately. “But…” Shiloh said awkwardly, “please don’t hate me or Mr. Fulcher after you regain your memories…”

I couldn’t relax enough for her to talk. She opened her eyes. “The memories of the men you love, you have to make them forget you, the past one.” The room went cold, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. My grip tightened around Elara, the idea of losing the memories of the three men who shaped my heart, my past, and even my future seeming like an unimaginable nightmare. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “You can’t be serious.” My voice was barely audible, and yet it echoed in my ears, deafening and filled with disbelief.

He paused to refill his glass, and I suspected it was done deliberately. "Even better?" I couldn't wait to hear the rest of it. "She didn't lose her memory completely. Something called selective amnesia, so I'm told. And so she remembers nothing of her current life. Just her past and you." I was dispirited immediately. "But... I—" "She only remembers events before you cheated." Hope blossomed again. "So she remembers me as her fiancé." He nodded. The smile on his face vanished as he leaned forward, his face almost in mine. "You had better do it right this time, Fynn Idris Delson, or I'll officially disown your stupid ass and woo Zyliah myself."

Aurora's eyes snapped open. She blinked rapidly, adjusting to the dim morning light filtering through the tall windows. The air was crisp, carrying the distant chirping of birds outside. She sat up quickly, her heart pounding. The room was empty. She pressed her palms against her forehead, squeezing her eyes shut. She needed to remember what had happened last night. The memories felt fragmented, like shattered glass piecing itself together. Then, it hit her. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she recalled every detail. There was no way she could forget. The previous night, King Draven had been the one who was drunk—not her. But what had she done?

"Let me ask something else. When you think about your future, about years from now, what do you see?" I close my eyes. Try to picture it. "I see Mira. Growing up. Laughing. Learning. Being loved." "And who's with you? In that future?" I open my eyes. "I don't know. Sometimes I see Damon. Sometimes you. Sometimes Caius. It keeps changing." "That's the problem, isn't it? You can see a future with any of us. Can't narrow it down." "Yes." "Then let me help." He takes my hands. "Close your eyes again. Picture this. It's five years from now. Mira's running around. Playing. Being a kid. You're watching her. Who's beside you? Don't think. Just feel. Who's there?"

he hissed, scowling at his mum. He walked away, mumbling about how his mum was conspiring with me to get him married to a woman he didn't love. I knew he had lost his memories but hearing him say that he didn't love me hurt like hell. Cara pulled me over. “The doctor believes that being in a familiar setting will help his memories. You should also try your best to make him remember you. I'm sure you have memories attached to certain parts in the house.” I nodded. Later in the night, I watched as Damon walked into the living room and went still, debating if he should join me or leave. He sat down, obviously deciding that he wasn't going to leave his house for me.

Darien's POV It can't be what I'm thinking right now, can it? The thought crashed through my mind, making my chest tighten with worry. No, it definitely can't be. It can't be…that Thorne's memory is coming back? No, that can't be possible. I repeated the denial in my head like a prayer. The drug is supposed to have restrained his memory completely, locked it away where he couldn't reach it. And in barely two months, his memories would have been frozen permanently, erased forever like they never existed. But why is it doing the opposite? Why is he having visions and flashbacks?