Memory Keeper Book Novels & Stories

Ronan asked, his voice respectful but firm. The old man didn’t look at him. His voice, when it came, was a dry rustle, like leaves scraping over stone. “I have come to see the Keeper. And the Voice. I am the last of my kind. I am the Memory Keeper.” A ripple of confusion went through the crowd. They had Rememberers. They had Kael’s Archives. What was a Memory Keeper? Liora, who had been tending a small herb garden with Elara, stood and wiped her hands on her apron. She felt the man’s presence like a deep, still pool in the lively river of the settlement. She walked towards him.

“Have a good night.” “You too,” she watched him go and pay. “F-k,” she muttered under her breath. She was going to have to read the documents and decide whether to destroy them or to pass them to Chris’ group of parents. She didn’t want to read about the misery of other people when she was so raw from the Triquetra. As she took the bottles up to the cash register, she saw that a copy of The Secret Keeper was tacked to the board behind the register. “You’ve seen it?” The clerk followed her gaze and grinned. “Our town vigilante has got a lot of people scratching their heads and looking sideways at their neighbours.”

It was weird to be here again after so long, it didn't feel like my house, I doubted if any place could ever feel like home. It didn't take me more than twenty minutes to give everything a place. Two of the bags were clothes, one box was filled with just books, spread over the two boxes since the weight would have been too heavy for one box, one half of a box was makeup and everything needed to take care of myself and one half was letters I had received in juvie. The last bag was only CDs.

A complete wreck by then, I asked, “Am I nothing but a lover to you?” I was hoping she’d say no. Hannah looked at me in shock. Moments later, she burst into chuckles. “Don’t tell me that you’ve fallen for me, Brook. “I was obviously coming onto you when we first met. Were you too dense to realize that? “Are you unaware of the nature of the job when you applied? You’re basically the communal lover of the residents here. “Didn’t you read the fine print? What did you expect out of an easy and high-paying security job?”

I collapsed in the corner, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down my neck. But I didn't rest. I couldn't. If I didn't find a way to trigger a real memory in Zane, I wouldn't survive the trial. And he wouldn't survive the leash. I dragged myself to the wall and started carving. Not a count this time, but a rune - a memory rune. I saw a symbol in a forbidden book. It was used on warriors to make them remember important moments. If it works... and if he sees it... He might remember our first kiss, the way he pushed me against the wall, and the way he whispered "mine".

Lucy's pov; In a bookstore where I was looking for a book related to my topic, I heard someone say, "Sharing a memory with someone from the past is really boring, isn't it?" When I turned to see who it was, Dean was talking to someone from a store near me. Another person replies, "Only if it's bad. Not all memories are bad. Some should be cherished..." I walked away from them and looked for the book in another section. Dean asked, "How could someone like Mr. Ackerman marry someone like you? Has he gone crazy or what?"

She must've heard the rumors too but she looked as though she didn't care, and she even stood up for me. "You can tell me what happened if you want, I don't believe those things though." She replied. "I don't remember what happened, my mind draws a blank when I try to recall what happened," I explained. I didn't understand what was happening and why everything was happening to me. I needed to find out. "I have to go to the library," I said walking ahead with Hailey following closely behind me. As I scanned through the books on the shelves, my eyes landed on a book standing tall on the shelf, on it was boldly written 'MEMORIES.'

I creased my brows as if it took me some effort to recall. "Oh…" I suddenly gasped in realization, deliberately letting myself trail off before flashing an innocent smile. "So that was you—I'm so sorry, but like you said, it happened twenty years ago. It was so long ago that I've forgotten it. See, as I've accomplished so much important research work day after day, who has time to remember such… trivialities?"

[Apple] Carefully removing the items from their hiding spot, my fingers touch the leather spine of my mother's book, a book that I've never seen before but seems more familiar than the back of my hand. My mind is a confusion of memories that seem like someone else's dreams, moments long forgotten and trapped deep within. Finding this book and mirror, feeling their weight in my hands, is a key unlocking a door in my mind behind which a wealth of memories have been stored. Memories of my mother and I.

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.