Novel & Cerita Memory Of Chaos 12

They were aimed at Mae. Darius’s voice echoed from every screen. “The anomaly cannot be owned through force alone.” The blue nodes brightened beneath the city in a perfect circle. “But confusion, grief, and memory instability create access points.” Mae felt the first hook strike her mind, not metal, not code, but a question shaped like pain. Who were you when they loved you?

Zach looked down at his phone afterwards and had a soft smile on his face. “Forever, Aria.” He said quietly. “Forever.” I repeated. “Aria! Wake up!” Hands were shaking my shoulders and my eyes slowly opened to see Ethan leaning over the center console. “Sorry, I can’t control when they come,” I told him. “When what comes, is it your memories?” He asked. “Yes, I had another one,” I informed him with a nostalgic smile. That was the sweetest memory I’ve had yet. “Tell me,” he said.

I said absently as I continued to scroll. I wish that I were better at remembering people’s names. But if I didn’t care about them, I didn’t think it was pertinent to retain that information. It took me a few minutes, but I found the two girls. I was right, they were roommates. Rachel Lewis and Amber Harris were in room two-thirteen. I was right, they weren’t that far from the laundry room, and super easy to hear if they slammed the door. I went back to the admin main page and searched Amber’s schedule. I rolled my eyes at what she was enrolled in: fashion design.

🖤 Jacob 🖤 An hour later, everything looked different. The kind of control that comes after chaos has already done its damage and everyone is now scrambling to clean it up before it gets worse. My phone had been buzzing nonstop, messages stacking on top of each other, updates flying in from every direction, and for once, I wasn’t the one reacting. I was watching. Because the attack had slowed down.

Morning didn’t come softly. It crashed in like a verdict, sunlight spilling through the blinds in sharp, accusing lines, cutting across Elara’s bare skin where she stood frozen by the window. The city below pulsed with life, unaware of the quiet storm unfolding above it. Her fingers traced the edge of the brass key, the weight of it solid in her palm. Beside it, the flash drive hummed like a secret waiting to bite. She hadn’t slept. Not really. Her body ached with memory, mind tangled in fragments of heat and whispered promises. Claimed. The word echoed again, and she realized it no longer felt like possession—it felt like recognition.

That meant whatever she said earlier was nonsense. She clenched her teeth and looked at me for a moment. Then, she hastily pointed somewhere else. "Right there! There's something there, I know it! I just made a mistake deciphering god's word, but I'm sure this is the right one!" Someone spoke up. "There's nothing there. I've checked. Yes, there's a hill, but there's no field. And there are predators there. I even marked the place up just in case. We'd be animal chow if we so much as set a toe into their territory."

I reply. As we fly down a highway that seems almost deserted, I close my eyes. I hope Camilla Dawn survives this. Her twins. Where in the hell did she hide them? Why did Chaos decide to help us? I cannot overthink this. I will hear him out. He better be nice. “Stop it!” Chaos says to me. “This is why your memories are blocked. You’ve always been like this. As long as I have known you, you can’t help but over-analyze everything.” He is right.

As he tried to continue his memory flash, the thing that came up in his mind was a quick and haste flash of something else that he saw when he slept before Nightmare decided to haunt him. The music died down and a horrific and tension rising tone played into the scene. The clips suddenly began to rush as they were not in any particular form or arranged manner. He saw just two different things. The first was when he touched the glowing purple-blue stone with a little red tint on its side, the stone of Chaos to be precise and the other was a memory that has been passed down from Maria's grandmother, to Maria herself and to John. A clip with no respect to time revealed, a clip that has no fixe