Novel & Cerita Memórias

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.

The vehicle comes to a halt at an old cottage downtown the Engativa district, within close proximity of the El Dorado international airport. A couple of hours later she regains consciousness. Ouch! She massages her temple. Hoping her head will stop throbbing. Where am I? Everything is slow and blurry. Staring at the lucid sky through the Aluminum window of her small apartment is the last thing she remembers. The rigid surface she is laying on adds to the weariness. Her eyes open reluctantly, she looks around perplexed, and the surrounding isn't familiar. Heavy breaths elude her. No, no, no. My papa. I can’t be away from him. Her hands and legs spasm.

After that, Sophie became a little sad and depressed as she said, “A human’s memory in itself is already not that good. Not many people will be able to remember everything. Humans can only remember certain things more clearly by using repetition to deepen and etch them deeply in our memory. This is similar to how we used to memorize our textbooks when we were young…” “In the first few days after returning from Japan, our benefactor’s face and appearance were still clearly etched in my mind. However, after so many days, his appearance seems to have become increasingly blurred. I have been trying to constantly think of him so that I can have a deeper impression of him etched into my memory, bu

“I remember… oranges… and a library. I remember songs and laughing and storytelling. But I don’t remember anything else.” He has a smile as he wipes away my tears. “Good, Aria. All of that’s right. All of those things are your own memories that you’ve just unlocked. Scent can be a powerful thing for us, an emotional tool. I’m so glad that Mim’s lotion helped you remember.” “Mim?” I ask him. “Was that her name?” You’d think a person would remember a name like that. Sebastian nods. “Mimosa. But everyone called her Mim.”

"Why is the case so close to you?" "The girls ..." he muttered, clenching his fists so that his nails dug into his flesh. "Do you still remember Maria?" His friend nodded wordlessly. Maria was a fluke and the beginning of Joshua's investigation. 10 months earlier Joshua was tired. Last night he worked the night shift and today, on Sunday, no, it was now Sunday, one of his buddies had celebrated his birthday. Actually Josh hadn't planned to stay there that long, but the time had somehow passed and now he was wandering around the edge of the harbor in the middle of the night looking for the stupid cat from his friend's neighbor. Apparently she ran away because of the loud music and the old lad

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 energy. To replenish my strength I

"Happy to see me? I'm your coworker now!" "It's so good to have you here." I smiled and pulled her in for a hug, feeling glad to have a friend by my side at work. "By the way, how much do you remember about the past?" she curiously asked after we let go. I frowned and tried to recall, but a lot of memories were missing. Seeing my troubled expression, she gently explained, "You took a memory loss pill and forgot many things. If you can't remember, don't force it."

PROTOCOL OVERRIDE DETECTED LOCATION: CITY SECTOR 04 USER: AURORA Movement halted unexpectedly. EMOTIONAL STATUS REPORT HEART RATE +19% COGNITIVE PRESSURE DETECTED A sensation moved through her consciousness. Not pain. Recognition. Something brushed against memory architecture. A name. Nearly visible. Nearly accessible. Then gone. MEMORY ACCESS FAILURE TARGET FILE NOT FOUND Aurora turned slowly. Because this did not feel like a recall. It felt like insertion. Like something forgotten had been quietly returned to active systems. Waiting. Observing. Measuring. Waiting to determine who would notice first.