Memory Novels & Stories

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

He flashed a seductive smile, one that shot a sizzling heat to her lower belly and curled her toes. This guy is so dangerous. And sexy. She tried to keep her mind on asking questions, which, in retrospect, seemed dumb. If she was dreaming, then his answers meant nothing, but it didn't stop her from having an imaginary conversation. "You said something about ingesting memories. I assume you mean Roderick's? How and why would you do that?" "The how is not important, as to the why, simple. With his memories, even if I don't agree, I can at least understand his actions and find those he's weakened."

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)

Besides, someone meticulous as Miss Violet won’t leave obvious trails behind. “Her memory has a flaw.” I looked at the window, eyeing the skyscrapers in front. “Violet has selective recall—meaning, she only remembers what she’s hyperfixated upon. And during that time, she will be focused on Reigna, and the chance of her overlooking trivialities is quite high.” “I assume you will be going to the mill yourself?” Anya asked. “Yes.”

Model without a Cause “Okay, everybody!” Collin boomed at the front of the darkened boardroom. “As you all know, we are going to be advertising Capier's brand new line of cell phone products called Clickmark." A picture of a mauve colored cell phone appeared on the screen along with a list of features.

I sat up and snapped a finger when I remembered what Kath said about Kim’s father’s second wife. “What about the suspicion about Maezy?” I shook my head. I really didn’t think I knew Maezy before. My heart leaped when I realized something. And I related it to what Kim had said about our brain refusing something that is extremely hurting us. Could the reason I couldn’t remember Maezy was because she was one of those people that my brain refused to remember?

he said as I burst in tears. Kendall and Catherine were crying too but my tears were worse. They were both trying to console me. I could not tell them Josh is lying there because of me. "Ma'am, I'm not saying he won't remember. He can remember and he might also have amnesia, temporarily memory loss. But let's just hope he doesn't lose his memory at all" he said Minutes later, Kendall received a call and left saying he'll be back and I insisted that Catherine's parent will be worried and since Alice showed up too, I told Catherine that she can go home to rest and come back tomorrow.

It's been a while. After some time, he replied to her, [Do we know each other?] Corinne was stunned. [Aren't you Ghostlord?] [Sorry. I was in a car accident three years ago and lost most of my memory because of that.] 'He lost his memory?' Corinne found this odd. [Then how come you remember your login password?] [Muscle memory. My fingers typed the password in on their own accord.] Corinne politely replied, [Oh. I see. I'm sure only good things will come your way after the car accident. You're lucky to have survived. Moreover, you don't have to worry about the past anymore.]

Boredom makes you do crazy things, like how Neal was counting the little bulbs on the chandelier. He was bored. There was nothing to entertain him and he is tired of staring at the walls and the forbidden door. He tried his best not to look at it, because that brought the memories of events happened yesterday. An odd tingles filled Neal's stomach when he remembered the things happened between him and Hunter. It was embarrassing. Neal pulled his hair with both hands urging himself to forget about that.

It took a moment for me to realize that my mate was no longer on the t.v. screen, it was only when moms voice spoke that I remembered that I was in a room full of people "What did you both say?" I looked around to see everyone watching both me and Acre "Mate" I whispered My brain cleared and everything clicked into place, my mate was scared, she needed me so without any more thought I jumped out of my chair only vaguely aware that Acre was doing the same thing.