More Than Memories Novels & Stories

I returned. Caine’s sharp gaze locked onto mine, his jaw tightening at my words. “I’m not defending her,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “I’m trying to understand why I feel like I’m missing something—why nothing makes sense.” His fingers twitched at his sides, his breaths coming slower, more measured. The doubt was growing. And I couldn’t let that happen. I forced a soft laugh, stepping closer until our bodies nearly touched. My hands trailed up his chest, resting against his collar. “You’re overthinking,” I murmured. “You’ve been through a lot, Caine. The memories might never come back, so why torture yourself?”

Three years had gone by, and here we were, still at the starting line. I lowered my head, not expecting anything anymore. I knew Eric would go back on his word the moment Tiffany shed a tear. So, they brought me to the pack's Sacred Hall, where the statue of the Moon Goddess stood tall in the center. The flame around the altar pulsed with a cold, piercing light. The elder overseeing the ritual looked grave as he warned me, "The Memory Offering is one of the oldest forbidden rites. It burns your wolf and projects your memories for all to see.

ouch. I came in to my father’s room, which was earlier my parent’s room. Suddenly all the memories came back like a quick flashback. I always thought about how powerful are memories. They can call any emotion any minute. They can make you cry, get in depression and just make your heart ache. But the other side can make you smile, raise your mood and make you feel grateful for every single thing that you have. This time memories nearly killed me, because suddenly I forgot how to breath and I let out the breathe that I didn’t know I was holding. I closed my eyes for a second to calm down but more flashbacks started haunting my mind. In the end, I screamed...

"So out of curiosity, how exactly do your unique gifts work? Seeing into people's memories do you see everything at once?" He thrummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "What I do see are the memories that plague people the most. Memories they wish to forget, their regrets, and their fears. I see those things above all before I even scratch the surface of their minds." I gave him a tight-lipped smile. There was still a possibility that he knew but my doubt of it was strong since Levi and my mind was occupied with other horrors these past few weeks. So I let the topic go but I knew I needed to mention this to Levi.

A memory. I gasped. My eyes widened. “No…” Another one followed. Then another. And another. “They’re coming back,” I said, my voice shaking slightly. My memories. The ones I didn’t even realize were gone. They were coming back. All of them. I grabbed my head, shutting my eyes tightly. “This is too much,” I muttered. Everything started rushing in at once. Faces. Voices. Moments. Things I had forgotten. Things I didn’t even know I forgot.

I pursued my older sister’s best friend relentlessly for three whole years before she finally agreed to a secret relationship with me. However, after five hidden years together, right as I was preparing to propose, I overheard a conversation between her and her friends. "Your first love is about to return to the country. How do you plan to handle that substitute boyfriend of yours?" "Make sure you have a solid excuse when you break up with him. Don't make it too ugly, or Cora will never forgive you if she finds out her little brother got hurt." After a long silence, she made her decision. "Then I'll just fake amnesia. I'll pretend I forgot the past five years. Since it was a secret relat

I'm not familiar with the song but I know I'll love it 'cause it's from them. "Welcome back...How long do you plan to stay? It's been a while. I've missed that smile on your face. " Paninimula niya, may nag-bago din pala sa kaniya mas lalong naging malamig ang boses niya at parang walang nanonood. "You're in and out...But you're not easily replaced. Welcome back," Halos mahimatay na ang ibang tao dahil sa galing niyang kumanta, hinanap naman ng mga mata ko si Ellen na naka-upo lang na parang nanonood lang sa sinehan.

Something we had done a million times before but that one time lead to so many bad consequences and memories. I had sex with Melisa many times before in our relationship. She was very good at it and I always enjoyed it. We had sex that night and she spent the night in my room. I could not sleep comfortably that night since all I thought about was how I had told my friends that I was going to ask Kira out before we went to college. I had not even thought about the fact that she might have been going away to a different college. I looked at the sleeping girl besides me, with her curves showing under the covers and her soft snores the only sound in the room. I felt sorry for her since I was goi

Out of curiosity, I went close and read the printed words. 'In the loving memory of Rowan Black Smith' 'In the loving memory of Heliana Smith' The name seemed so familiar, it's like I already heard those names. They sounded important to my ears. 💙💙💙 Grazzi Vergiance! Vote and Comment. Enjoy reading! :) Please tell me some of your comments and suggestion for improvements. I will be willing to learn more and that would be great. -DarkVergent

I hover, then add one more word. working_v6_cont I exhale. Not relief. Acceptance. Later, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling I’ve memorized, I think about doors. Not the ones that slam shut. The ones that open slowly, quietly, changing the shape of a room before you realize you’ve stepped through. Alex is still here. Seth is still here. I’m still here. Just not in the same way. My phone buzzes one last time. Night. Don’t forget to sleep.