Memorize Novels & Stories

I can’t even imagine what things were like before I lost my memories. Zach must’ve noticed my change in mood because he pulled me into his strong arms, “I know I’m overbearing and have a lot to do to get you to trust me again, but I want you to know I’ll always be here for you, babe. I swear it, I would do anything for you.” I looked up into his eyes while mine watered, “you don’t know how stressed I am with not only the amnesia but the…you know…from last night.”

STARLIA I wake up alone, with no sight of Mr Moretti and a note where he should be sleeping if my memory from last night serves me right. With a yawn, I take the note and examine it; 'Breakfast is on the table, I'll be back soon.' It reads, signed Adrian.

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

He moved to the machine, pressed three buttons, and then handed three metal helmets to my parents and Steve. “Mr. Zeller,” he explained carefully, “once the three of you sit down and put these helmets on, you’ll be able to view the subject’s memories through the built-in visual interface. Based on her brain activity, she’ll only be able to recall three memories. Anything beyond that is extremely dangerous and could cause brain damage, seizures, bleeding, or permanent memory loss.” “Three times is enough. The first one should be about Emily’s disappearance. She definitely knows something,” Steve said impatiently as he grabbed a helmet and sat down beside me.

Myah looks towards her sister for a further response, “Don’t look at me. I’m still having trouble remembering things.” It concerned me to hear this, for all I knew Cecilia couldn’t even remember our date, or the events that took place earlier today. Even though she might not have known what it was regarding, Cecilia could see the concern on my face. She stands, asking me to come outside with her while the others discussed a game plan.

I want to know how to make you smile more. “Don’t mind me. It’s just me and my silly thoughts…” He trailed off a bit before responding to my question. “My wife used to add the same amount of honey in her tea. Seeing you do the same made me feel happy for a moment.” I saw Lucas’ eyes tear up, but he quickly wiped the droplets away in the guise of running his hand through his hair. “Every time I see, hear, or smell things that remind me of her, the empty feelings in my heart fades for a while, but then I feel miserable afterwards when I realize she’s never coming back.”

But I was still not in the mood for calls, so I decided to turn my phone off. I woke up the next morning, I didn't know when I slept in. My head was still banging, and I was reminded that my husband was dead. Last night's event kept replaying, I looked beside my nightstand, I took our wedding portrait and looked at the man I married, The one who left me a widow even though he's been gone for a long time his Memories of us were still fresh in my head. Tears filled my eyes, my sight was blurry, I placed the portrait upside down and made my way to the kitchen counter to take some medications for the headache. Knock knock (someone was knocking)

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

He flashed a seductive smile, one that shot a sizzling heat to her lower belly and curled her toes. This guy is so dangerous. And sexy. She tried to keep her mind on asking questions, which, in retrospect, seemed dumb. If she was dreaming, then his answers meant nothing, but it didn't stop her from having an imaginary conversation. "You said something about ingesting memories. I assume you mean Roderick's? How and why would you do that?" "The how is not important, as to the why, simple. With his memories, even if I don't agree, I can at least understand his actions and find those he's weakened."

Dale says, “Clearly, one of your triggers is your memory. Whenever you try to access your memory, there’s a chance of a panic attack happening. If a panic attack comes, try to tell whoever is near you. If you’re alone, try deep breaths. You would forget how to breathe when it happens, as you said, in that case, you need to focus on something other than yourself. May it be an object, a sound, a smell…anything. Keep your mind less troubled, I know that you keep thinking about your memory loss all the time. And while I understand it’s impossible not to, try to avoid it. Think of other things instead. From what you’ve told me, I have a feeling that your memory would return if you don’t stress yo