Memory Novels & Stories

"I don't remember it; when Chief adopted me, he put me in therapy. My therapist said that the memory is repressed; I was so young, and repressing the memory was my brain's way of protecting me from that trauma." "Jaxon... I'm so sorry. That's horrible." "Yeah. I guess even though I don't really remember it, subconsciously I do... at least on some level." "I know what it's like to lose people you love. It's a pain that never quite goes away. I know how it feels to have something so mundane remind me of a tragedy, too—Maybe not to your extent, but I get it." "It's hard for me to talk about; especially with you. I'm supposed to be

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

(Spoilers for Sinful’s Lust. Read at your own risk) ¬Luella Any dialogue in her memories is foggy, but the faces are clear. I could have looked past this memory and not seen anything strange about it, but yet as I look closer, sifting through the intricacies of it, I notice the strange white haired figure with milky eyes that she has seen in the past has more to him than what might be revealed at first glance. Looking deeper into memories involving him, I see Sinful, and then feel Millicent’s fear.

It’ѕ a hugе аѕk wіthоut mу notes. I саn store and rесаll a lоt of іnfоrmаtіоn by mеmоrу, but I nееd my nоtеѕ to be сlеаr оn dаtеѕ, tіmеѕ аnd thе рrесіѕе ѕеԛuеnсе оf еvеntѕ. Their trap, оf course, іѕ thаt аnу dеtаіl I’m not one hundrеd percent ѕurе of will gіvе thеm rеаѕоn tо grill me furthеr.

But wait there's more, why does my memory was coming back one by one, I feel my body, and there's a new power inside of me,

“Roy?!” Kimberly gasped as she stared in shock at her mate. Her mind was playing tricks on her, she concluded, shutting her eyes once again. 'This is another hallucination, Kim. Don’t get your hopes up' she internally said to herself, getting herself prepared for another round of disappointment. She opened her eyes once more, and to her greatest surprise, Roy was still there, just inches away from her. “Kimberly” he called, oh so gently, bringing tears to her eyes.

she replied. "How are we going to do it? How will you get the exact memory I need?" I asked. "Do you have anything to anchor yourself to that memory? A place you remember, a date, something physical like an object you had that day… anything that is peculiar to that day will work. I will use that thread to find the memory linked to it. Be sure that it is linked to the correct memory or else if you get the wrong memory, I couldn't do anything," she remarked.

I woke up the next morning with a headache. I could barely remember the night before. When the fog in my head finally cleared up, I remembered my night with Damien. I rolled over to the other side of the bed to make sure it wasn't some dream. Damien was turned towards me with his arm throwed across my body. He was still sleep and lightly snoring. I couldn't even lie. It felt good to have him here. Aza came in the room and climbed on the bed.

Ang hindi pa niya makakalimutan ay ang eksena sa banyo na kamuntik na niyang ikamatay sa gulat. Si Sadako naman, hindi niya maintindihan. Minsan masigla, minsan malungkot kaso kadalasan parang multo. Grabe! Ngayon lang siya nakakita ng may amnesia na nanood ng TV na iyak-tawa ang ginagawa nang salitan. Normal pa ba ‘yon? Tapos ang resulta eh mukha na naman itong multo sa laki ng eye bags.

it turns out that remembering those memories requires a lot of energy Tiring tiring tring . The sound of the bells at the entrance interrupted my daydreams about her, just annoying, maybe I should go back to my apartment to make it more comfortable to remember her again. I was pensive again, it was too difficult to erase it from my memory, especially from one of my orgasms known by the name of the heart. Too many memories of her. About her smile, laugh, even cry. Even the memories themselves have been engraved in my heart and will forever remain in my heart. Kruyuukkk sounds my stomach. Ahh ... it turns out that remembering those memories requires a lot of ene