Memory Man Series Novels & Stories

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)

Manuel was inside his study room and was going through a tough migraine episode. He felt hurt, his head banged hard and he couldn't hang on for long. He walked from his shelf to the desk, holding unto the walls for support. "Ahhh" he groaned. "A… Adrian" he stuttered, trying to call out to his assistant. Manuel was having flashy memories of someone, he couldn't place a finger on who it was but he was sure that it was Marina. Since she is the only woman in his life that he could remember.

I don’t think so. I could remember that I was bullied when I was a kid. I just don’t know what happened in high school. My amnesia started there. I forgot his name, but Mr. Manore’s son’s attitude is completely different from his father's. He is totally the complete opposite of Mr. Manore, but they are totally similar when it comes to their faces. They share the same eyes and nose. His gaze broke when his father called him. I saw his father waving at him. Maybe he needs to do some chores.

Beside him. Every person at that table had noticed that. "A Memory Wolf is exactly what the name suggests," I said. "I can absorb memories from another person, hold them, and return them when needed. The person I carry for experiences the transfer as a loss, like forgetting. I experience it as gaining. I feel what they felt. I know what they knew." "You carry the memories as your own," another council member said. Woman, mid-fifties, dark eyes that moved fast. "You feel them personally."

"You're right, Christian. I'll wait for your call in the morning. Good night." I put the phone on the bedside table. I lay there reflecting on everything; maybe I'm worrying more than I should. I'm looking at things where there aren't. He really got very happy when he remembered the Mima cake. For a person who lost her memory completely, it must have been an immense joy to remember something, even if it is a cake. Sleep, Isabella; tomorrow will be a long and difficult day.

"Hello." Xavier asked, "Do you remember your name?" The man shook his head. "No." "What do you remember?" He thought for a moment. "Nothing, really." Then, as if recalling something, he added, "Well, I still remember everyday things. Like how to eat, drink... I can read. Does that count?" Xavier was speechless. Was he overthinking this? Why did it feel like the man was messing with him? Sharon spoke up from the side, "The doctor said it's normal for him to retain basic knowledge."

The next morning Sarah absentmindedly pushed the cart down the cereal aisle. Cannot believe I forgot my freaking list, she grumbled to herself as she tried desperately to remember a single thing that had been written on the tiny dry-erase board hanging on her refrigerator. Oh, well. Keep circling, maybe I will see something that jogs my memory. But nothing did. She was almost to the end of the aisle when a completely unexpected memory came at her out of nowhere – her and Tim, smiling, walking closely together as they shared cart duty.

Before long, a strong scent of jasmine drifted in. Elio wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice soft and coaxing. "Why didn't you wait up? Are you mad at me? The doctor already told you the memory loss was an accident and that it'll take time to resolve. I've already agreed to rebuild things with you. What more do you want from me?" I didn't respond. He didn't know I had already learned the truth. Even when I didn't respond, he wasn't mad and kept talking anyway, his voice low against my ear.

If there were demons, ghosts, and some supernatural things in this world, there might be some things that could take someone's memories away. These people in black were definitely not normal. They might be more abnormal than Jia who could see ghosts since young. What if this blonde man takes away my memory of this night? Then I would be back to the time when I have been living with a hole in my heart and soul. I looked at the handsome man in front of me. "...When and where can I meet you?" The man lowered his eyes. His lashes were long and beautiful. I really wanted to touch them. "Not yet..." He answered cooly.