Memories Of The Future Dramione นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His mood changes where the gloom of his future rings and He, declares with the words. “Now, now, now. Look carefully and be attentive enough, I want you to see the future of the puppet that will draw that supposed to be a none existing soul in the future to betray the ‘Maiden’, and be the key of the gate of Pride.” Laying the words and the fraction of the future and what it holds. His cunning smile draws in that void of time and space as He snaps His finger opening the mirror of the far future, with the pentagram to see and where he needed to remember.

he says before him, and Cami leaves. "It's okay Arabella, let me through. I will make us whole again. You need to see," Royal says. The headache is so great, and I can't take it anymore. "Show me," I told her, and I felt like a great dam had busted inside my head as a white light took over as all of my lost memories hit me at once, causing me to pass out. Endymion Pov " Her memories should be back soon. Will this plan of your work" I ask Cami?

Damon sat on the edge of the bed, the locked box behind him. “I’ve been having dreams,” he said quietly. “More like… memories.” Evelyn’s lips twitched. “Darling, we talked about this. Your brain was under trauma. There’s a reason your doctors prescribed the medication.” “It’s not the medication,” he said, sharper this time. “It’s her” “Juliette?” He nodded. “And a wedding. Our wedding. I remember flashes. Her crying. A church. Something happened. Something big” Evelyn’s expression tightened. “You need to be careful what you indulge, Damon. Dreams can feel like memories — especially when you’re vulnerable.”

And then something strange happened; the discussion had not lasted for even 30 minutes when Morgan stood up abruptly, making his chair screech on the floor and make a deafening sound. “The meeting is adjourned. I will communicate the next meeting date with you,” Morgan said, pulling me out of my seat and making his way out of the private room, making everyone look at us with confusion on their faces. ‘What the hell is going on,’ I wondered. Morgan's POV I could feel my body becoming abnormally hot and blood rushing wildly in my body as I made my way through the hallways and headed to the parking lot. There was only one reason for this: I had been drugged with an aphrodisiac, and the effects

She looked utterly broken, muttering to herself as she clawed at the club's doors, her voice a broken record. "Let me in… I'm the bride… My fiancé's sister is the Donna… I'm the future Donna…" I watched her for a moment, then shook my head. A slight nod from me, and two of my men quietly guided her away from the lights, the music, the joy. After that day, she never troubled Lucas or Jenny again. And she knew better than to ever cross my path.

"No. I mean knowing. Certainty. Like you're watching everyone else move through a script you've already memorized." His eyes changed. Lit up with something like understanding. "Oh. Like a deja vu feeling?" "Like you're the only person truly present while everyone else is trapped in the past." "That sounds like..." He paused, thinking. "That sounds like precognition. You know, like in those Korean dramas everyone watches? The ones where the main character can see the future?" The disappointment hit me like a physical thing. I felt my body sink back into the chair. "It's not a fantasy," I said quietly.

He was driven by his mood, not able to help the others because of how he feel. It’s impossible? How could he do such thing? Rico killing my great-great-grandfather? I read his intention, it was clear. Killing was not part of his mind but why did I saw that in his memory? No, it’s not a memory. Did I just see the future? Only Merfoy can see the future? How is that possible? Geuron thought as he buried his face on his knees hearing only his thoughts, isolating his mind from the shouts around him.

Rhett was holding up a glass of juice, asking if she was thirsty. Me? Zane took my hand and led me onto the stage. Mr. Jordan took the microphone again. "Tonight isn't just a welcome home party for my son Zane." "It's also to officially introduce his fiancée—Freya Corleone, heiress of the family." "Save the date—eighth of next month. Drinks are on us." Thunderous applause. A wave of congratulations. From the food area came a sharp crash—a plate and a glass shattering at once, followed by a yelp as Daisy got splashed on the foot.

Julie explained further “however as we dive deeper you will start to regain memories you lost or are hiding, if that helps.” Mj looked at Julie and rolled her eyes “you mean we aren't done yet?” she said in mock irritation and Julie couldn't help but laugh a little “oh definitely not, we got through one memory and I had to cut it short anyway” Mj noticed that Julie shot an irritated look at Dante and she looked at him noticing for the first time that he had his head hung low enough his hair was casting the saddest shadows over his eyes.//

" He told her and Diana felt happy for it. End of flashback --------- Diana pov Those memories with him was just a memory only. I want to ask him what really happened when I'm not with him that time. How can he forget me? He told me that he will remember me no matter what happens. I'm here in this room with myself and until now I haven't seen him going outside from his room. I must talk to him about us. We should get out from here. I'll help him to remember me. I'll do whatever it takes so that we could escape from here and we will going to kill Damon Salvatore. Only his own blood could put me back to normal. I'm going outside but how can I? Damon was surely there waiting for me to come out.