Novel & Cerita Memories Of The Future Dramione

"You can't rush into it. Please be patient." Vicky nodded. "I understand." Doctor Yelmon observed her expression and asked, "Miss Shaw, why is it that you don't...look excited?" Vicky's heart sank, and she immediately forced a worried look before saying, "The higher the hope, the harder the fall. I recovered some memories some time ago and thought that I was close to remembering everything, but that didn't happen..." Realization dawned on Doctor Yelmon, and she said, "Miss Shaw, so long as you cooperate with the treatment, you'll get your memories back."

"Can you fabricate memories that aren't true? For instance, can you conjure a vision of the future and make it appear real to me?" She shook her head, her expression sombre. "The art of memory conjuration is bound by the recipient's beliefs. The only way anyone can conjure a memory and show you is if you are already convinced about that particular thing they wanted you to see. This is commonly possible with memories of the past; future memories are far more elusive and rarer." I nodded again. "Thank you." "You're welcome, Your Highness. May I inquire why you ask?" "It's nothing specific," I replied, masking my turbulent thoughts with a dismissive wave. "Just... curious."

I screamed in the memory. And fire burst from me. “Zuri?” Vera asked. “Are you okay?” “I… I don’t remember that.” “You will,” the voice said. “That’s your future.” Daisy stepped in front of me. “No. That’s a lie.” The voice replied. **"The future is never a lie. Only a question."** **Lycan’s POV** The whole room shook. Then the lights dimmed. And a door opened. We stepped through again.

She said she'll deal with Bruce, my mate. Suddenly I was now seeing his future memories. I still see blood. I sucked in a shaky breathe because the blood I see was mine. I see myself bleeding from my stomach. I see his shaky hands reaching out to me and gently stroking my cheek before my eyes closed. I see his hand moved at the back of my head and I was pulled into him. I notice his vision was shaking. I hear whimpering. I hear him gasping. That was all I saw from his future before I slowly lost my consciousness.

Something about his presence made my skin crawl. Besides, I didn't even know him. How could I possibly be his mate? The male wolf saw me and rushed to my window, his eyes blood-red, his voice trembling violently. "Aria, come back with me! I'm Damon, your fiancé!" He pressed his palms against the glass, his face wild with desperation. "I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have made you drink the memory potion. I really regret it." Memory potion - was that the forbidden magic? Though his eyes showed genuine emotion, I felt no familiarity whatsoever. If anything, his presence made me uncomfortable.

Unseen to the common man's eyes, Dylan was splitting his bad memory about the night of the donation event the other day. 'Fuschia...' How his memory suddenly returned in one sweep, and the first emotion he felt was happiness as all his doubts had been answered. Even a genuine smile appeared on his face. But then it was as if he had been drenched in icy cold water as he realized how late he is to remember Fuschia. ‘If only my memory came back faster, maybe Fuschia wouldn’t leave?’ Dylan clenches his jaw as he strikes another big blow to his opponent. He winced in pain. He regretted not recognizing Fuschia's water magic in the form of rain that he had seen the other day.

He could not help but yell, “Debra, don’t agree to him. Don’t! He is a treacherous person. He is lying to you. Debra, have you really completely forgotten about me? I’m your man. We’ve been together for ten years. We’ve been through so much together; you’ve really forgotten all about it? “Over old trees wreathed with ancient vines and flying evening crows. Under a small bridge at a nearby cottage, a stream flows. Debra, our fate started from this poem. Please try to remember, please. You will be able to recall it.” Darryl was extremely anxious until his voice was hoarse. He had been through so much with Debra. They were each other’s whole world. If Debra were to agree to be Donoghue’s woman,

"I'm good, Hermione. The doctor will be conducting a neurological assessment today to monitor my condition." "Okay." She plants another kiss on my mouth, and the effect ripples straight down to my groin. My eyes are fixed on her backside as she walks out of the suite. I look forward to being discharged from this place and reacquainting myself with my wife's body. It's alright if I never regain my memories; we'll just have to build new ones. A wicked smile spreads over my lips as I fantasize about the new memories I plan to build with Hermione.

In moments, multiple scenes play in the vision, the day I was killed at the stake, the day the water killed the vampires and humans, the day I went to Dustin’s mate selection ceremony, the day we laughed, the day we slept together, the day he told me the sky was beautiful because it was the color of my eyes, the day I found Leano, the day the war is won, the day I died, and he visited the younger version of me who woke up. And then, unfamiliar memories play. Dustin, me, and two children. It feels like a vision of the future, but something is off about me in there. I look a lot younger. That’s when I realize… It’s not me but my younger self who will get together with Dustin. It will be her. I

Mom cried “Mom! I’m not sick. Why do we need a doctor?” She cried again “Calm down.” I went near her “It’s me.” I hugged her and I cried “I miss you so much.” “No, you’re lying. My brother doesn’t love me.” “I love you.” I said “He loves you so much. You’re his princess remember?” “No. I don’t believe you. He wouldn’t leave me if I am his princess.” She sobbed A doctor came to check her. “What happened to her right now is a trauma. Because she tried to drown herself, memories may come back to her whenever she is sad.” The doctor said