Memory Man Series Novels & Stories

I'm grateful for the government of the day and for this opportunity to hear from the people but we shouldn't open our doors and our ears to hear crabs and nonsense from gangsters. He spoke so calmly due to his age as he stretched his hands to Jefsexy and his crew. “How on earth do you ever imagine a man fucking a man and it seats down well with you?." “The anus isn't meant for fucking but for you to used it for your damned poop.” “ It's so irritating and disgusting when ever I hear a man will have the audacity to fuck a fellow man man.” Mr. Kitty said a little bit loud as his voice began to show his anger gradually.

"No, I wouldn't. Daddy only likes the bad lady. He lets her bully you, and he kicked you out of the bedroom and forced you to be a nanny. "If he really lost his memory, then how can he remember such a big company and all those complicated social connections but forget only you, Mommy?" That was right. Ambrose claimed he had amnesia, yet he hadn't forgotten his company or all the people in his network. The only thing he'd conveniently forgotten was me. I'd been in the business world for years and had seen all kinds of tricks, yet I'd actually fallen for such a shallow lie. I clenched my teeth and laughed at my own stupidity.

I sank into Kane's arms, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth where no one would see. Of course, I knew what Mnemowort could do. It would be excruciating, but there was a good chance it would bring back his memory. I couldn't let that happen, not yet. Not until my game was over.

I said calmly, "Why? Harold, do you really think you're able to care for so many people? Every time you chose to leave me and Yvette for Susan and Jacob, did it never cross your mind that this day would come? "Do you know how happy Yvette was when she heard you might come to her parent-teacher meeting? Harold, how could you? "She's your biological daughter. How could you keep abandoning her, over and over again, for someone else's child?" Harold's face turned ashen. He still tried to defend himself. "I didn't…" I sneered, then calmly pulled out my phone and played the recording for him. It had all been a coincidence. One day, I went to the hospital to find Harold, only to overhear a conversa

"Tell me honestly. How bad was Riverton?" The question hit something in me instantly. Images flashed through my mind before I could stop them. Cold interrogation rooms. Blood under fluorescent lights. The echo of screaming thoughts that weren’t mine. One memory surfaced harder than the rest. A suspect sitting across from me in tears while his mind replayed the murder over and over again. I swallowed hard and forced the images back down. "Bad enough." Mercer took one look at my face and didn’t ask for details. I was grateful for that because I really didn’t want to talk about it.

How is it even possible that this man can't even remember anything? ‘What are you talking about? Did you discover how he lost his memories?’ ‘Yeah, the last memory that he remembered was when he woke up with a man in front of him. This man keeps telling him about Samantha, that he needs to be angry with Samantha—” Adam stopped and our eyes widened, it looks like we were thinking the same about this guy. Is it possible that this man was Favio? But what does the man do to make him forget about Samantha? “What's your name? I don't even know your name.”

Clyde said and Demetrius smiled widely. "Perfect, let's go check it out" Demetrius stood up and led the way while Clyde followed behind. They took an elevator which took them underground where the laboratory is located. They both walked in the laboratory to meet Bonnie standing beside a man with strands of white hair on his head. "Godfather" The man, Von Barrett smiled. Von Barrett can be considered as the most intelligent scientist there is. He comes out with crazy experiment and his latest experiment was the Memory Editing Program (M.E.P)

“Haven, what are you saying?” Mack asked as she stared in the direction of the man. “I have seen him recently.” She said as she looked at him. “Mack, you know I remember everything.” “I know.” He said as she looked at the older man, “She is a genius. She has a photographic memory as well. If she says she saw him, she did.” “Everyone here is clean, though.” The older man said as he looked in the direction of the man, and he took a large breath of air into his lungs. “He isn’t one of mine, though.”

the man in front of me ordered,I could feel the headache that was dieing beginning to rise. "Ray started it Papa!" The little girl of about three years said. "Don't just start it,it's obvious you always wanna make trouble" he said without even taking a glance at her. "You both calm down, Mama isn't feeling too strong" he said calmly. Mama?. Am I a mother? These are my kids?!Why don't I remember anything,is this my husband?. I took off the oxygen tank from my mouth,I waited for a while to take all this information in.