Memory Man Series Novels & Stories

"Ms. Hedge found the water source, Seraphina! How dare you steal her credit!" My boyfriend, Shawn Grayson, scolded me. So, it really was happening. I had been reborn, and Shawn was standing there, belittling me. "Ms. Hedge is special, Seraphina. You can't just steal her credit because you're jealous of her. You would've stolen her credit if she hadn't told us about the water first!" I couldn't care less about my soon-to-be ex-boyfriend's insults. My eyes were on Queenie Hedge. "How did you find out?"

When he saw the young lady lying unconscious on the desk, he rushed forward and shouted nervously, “Miss!” Vera suddenly opened her eyes, looked at the old man, and smiled slightly as she said, “You’re awake.” The man said in a panic, “Miss, I... I seem to be having brain fog. I remember that you asked me to arrange for people to pack up and leave Northern Europe as soon as possible, but I don’t remember how I fell unconscious, and... I feel as if a part of my memory is missing...” Vera nodded and said calmly, “You feel as if there is a part of your memory that’s missing because someone erased your memory.”

Middle aged man : I feel better, but I'm unable to remember who I'm or where I belongs to Old man : everything is the game of that almighty son, he decides everything, he made you alive after these many years, he still have some plans so he is not letting you remember anything Middle aged man : I wonder who I'm? Even if I'm alive, what is the use?, my family might be thinking that I'm dead already, I don't even remember whether I have a family or not, if I have what my family was doing when I was missing for all these years?

I asked Marcus who was so focused on the road like if he look any where else he might fall. “Whatever you want “he said “That reminds me,what happened between you and that guy”I asked “I don’t know who you are talking about “he said even tho we both knew that he knows who I was speaking about . “Why are you suddenly acting like you have amnesia?I know you don’t because mafia men are trained to have retentive memories so you know what the hell I’m talking about.”I groaned out of frustration “I don’t have retentive memories .it died “ he said opening the doors to the cafeteria.

"You saw what I did to your guards, I took them down easily." "Fighting skills are not enough," the man said. "You need your memories, you need to remember your strategies, your alliances, your enemies." He walked to the window and looked out at the dark grounds. "This world is not just about fighting, Dimitri, it is about power, politics, knowing who to trust and who to destroy." I sat there feeling frustrated and helpless. "Then help me remember, help me get my memories back." "We will," the man said. "But it takes time, forcing memories can damage your mind permanently."

Mark tried to swing the laser sword even faster at 2Pac and he gritted his teeth when 2Pac blocked every single blow with either his elbow, his wrist, or just the edge of his hand. It was as if 2Pac could predict Mark’s every move. Mark had to do something that would damage the metal man’s body and he knew that his time was running out. While swinging his nuclear-powered sword at 2Pac, Mark had a strange brief memory arise in his head. It was a memory of something that he experienced, and yet he couldn’t explain it. He knew he had never experienced this memory he was having, but it felt like he did.

And I rolled my eyes at him and asked if someone following me around was really necessary. I saw his look and didn’t have the strength to pursue any issue today so I gave a small shrug, as if the matter barely concerned me, but my stomach tightened. If the masked man had erased the man’s memory, I would understand but this time it was aided by an accident it meant he had done it completely. But how long would it last? James prowled the room like a caged animal, running his hand through his hair. “Something’s off. Men don’t just forget entire hours without reason. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.”

"You have his face. You have his voice. But you don't have the history. You built a Hallmark card, but my life was a police report." The hand on my shoulder tightened. It wasn't warm anymore. It was a vice grip of hard light. "Memory corruption detected," the man said. His voice didn't change pitch, but the warmth vanished, replaced by a metallic, buzzing undertone. "Subject resists emotional integration." "Let go," I said.

She guessed the kitchen utensils were just for decoration because he didn't cook or eat food like a human. She knew he only needed three glasses of blood for an energetic day and that if he wasn't in a good mood, he would drink four glasses of blood. - Good morning, Samson. Lucasta and Maris are still sleeping, right? – Aurora asked as she walked over to the sofa and sat down. - I guess so. Maris still prefers to sleep during the day. Ah. Aurora, I want to ask, is there any way to restore human memory? - Usually, dementia is caused by a hematoma in the brain, and when the hematoma dissolves, people will gradually recover their memory. This process happens naturally and should not be interven

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.