Memory Man Series Novels & Stories

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?

"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."

Cold. It was a start. Elion opened the notebook. Anomaly 94: The Voice. It returned. Briefly. Anomaly 95: The Lockpick. Mechanical memory survives even when semantic memory fails. He wrote a new hypothesis. The body remembers what the mind forgets. He closed the book. He held Cale close. And he waited for the sun to break through the clouds.

MAVERICK’S POV I peeled my eyes open, my lips parted as a harsh breath tore out of my chest. There was no way in hell the memory could belong to me. I am a hockey player, a captain at that, not a killer. Not a dark psychopath killer. My eyes watered as I grabbed the door for support. “I can’t believe you’ve gotten your memories back, Guiliano.” Mr. Vuk’s voice snapped me out of the trance I was thrusted into, his face all smiley and happy.

Though she had no idea what he was talking about, he sure sounded excited, which made her laugh. She raised her thumb to click the button to call him back when the bell chimed. Trying to hide her disappointment, Memory put her phone back into her pocket and said, “Merry Christmas, and welcome to The Memory Box,” before she realized the man walking through the door was somewhat familiar. It was that real estate developer, the one Dak had warned her about at the skating party. She couldn’t remember his name. “How can I help you?” “Actually, it’s how I can help you.” A smarmy smile shifted his smile, and Memory noticed he was carrying a manila folder. She cocked her head to the side and stared

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.

"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.

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.

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