Memory Of You Ao3 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?"

It pulsed faintly. Rowan approached cautiously. “What is that?” Senn turned slowly. “It’s a memory... that doesn’t belong to any one person. Or even any one time.” Miri’s voice trembled. “What did the Vault show you?” Senn’s eyes were wet. “The first erasure. The very first one.” --- Part II – The Memory Beyond Memory They gathered around the basin. The shard pulsed once more—and then, without warning, the Vault spoke. Not in words.

After hanging up, I walked to the window and opened it. Outside, snow covered everything in white. Branches bent under its weight, snapping with sharp cracks that echoed in the still night. Time flew, and before I knew it, another deep winter had come. In the blur of falling snow, I thought I saw him again. The cold wind whipped my hair as he stood far away. His voice, loud and clear. "Hey, Rose! We made a promise, remember? We'd stay strong and keep on living." I will, Adrian. My last memory of you… I would never forget it.

--- --- Unpredictable. --- And unpredictability— --- --- Was something Malcolm had already learned to adapt to. --- --- --- He opened the next file. --- --- **PROJECT: MEMORY AUTHORITY** --- --- Because if people began questioning their own memories again— --- --- Then the next step was obvious. --- --- --- Make the system the final arbiter of what was true. --- --- --- Back in Iceland, Charlotte stood at the ridge again. --- The wind cut sharper now. --- --- Riven beside her. ---

Her voice steadied. Cold. “What is it?” The person didn’t answer. Aurora stepped closer. This time— she didn’t stop. “What did I have?” Silence. The person’s jaw tightened slightly. A crack. Small. But there. Aurora saw it. And she pushed. “You didn’t just take my memory.” A pause. “You were looking for something.” Another. “And you didn’t find it.” Silence. Longer this time. Heavier. Because she was right.

28 ANYA My mind felt like it was drifting—barely tethered to anything solid. I would close my eyes, trying to remember things that should’ve been clear: my life before this room, the feel of sunlight, the sound of laughter. But every time I tried to hold onto a memory, it slipped away, just out of reach, like smoke dissolving into thin air. Then his voice would come, low and steady, pulling me back to this strange reality. “You don’t remember, do you, Anya?” he said, his voice calm, almost compassionate. “It’s all right. Those memories aren’t real. They never were.”

he said, and I forced out a smile before holding Alpha Ethan's gaze and then looked away. Alpha Ethan led us to the library, which was on the sixth floor. Alpha Ethan typed the code at the door and even taught Jaya the code before the door was unlocked by Jaya, and we all entered. However, I was the last to go in. The moment I stepped in, a memory buzzed in my head, which forced my eyes closed. I saw myself in this same library, but this time, it was different from my other memories. This time, I wasn't crying or in pain like I always was. But this time, I was seated on the couch with a book in my hand, flipping through it. In this memory, I looked calm and relaxed, and I also realized that

this is so much worse. Sitting in my dimly lit office, the faint smell of old books fills the air. What if her memories never return? The thought lingers, accompanied by the sound of my restless fingers tapping on the desk. Will she eventually choose someone else? I can’t coerce her into staying with me... Frustration consumes me, causing me to run my trembling hands through my dishevelled hair. Seeking solace, I reach for a glass of whiskey, its amber hue glimmering in the low light. She must remember. Though our time together has been short, how could she forget her mate, the missing piece of her soul?

"Remember, April! Remember what I told you." "Remember what?" I demanded, frustration boiling over. "You're taunting me with cryptic messages and vague warnings. What the hell am I supposed to remember?" The woman's touch on my face calmed the storm within me. Her fingers traced my cheekbone, and a floodgate of memories burst open. Fragments of images, long forgotten, surfaced. I recalled playing amidst a group of people with snow-white hair, their laughter and smiles etched in my mind. Vivid scenes of ancient forests, whispering trees, and moonlit rituals flooded my consciousness.

Daemon can marry again. “I’ll be more careful from now on. Thank you for your concern.” Maddy tilted her head before grinning and sauntering away, her ass moved rhythmically under her silk tight skim dress. She just gave her a fair warning that she will forever etch in her head as long as she’s staying with Daemon. Ava went back into the room and stared at every furniture inside. They said seeing and touching your belongings will trigger the memories to come back. “Is that the reason why I haven’t gotten my memories back for years? It’s because nothing tickles my memory because I’m not in my house and I don’t have my own things with me.”