Murdered By My Memories Novels & Stories

The dream still lingered, its horrors etched into her mind. As she caught her breath, memories long buried began to resurface. The trauma of her past, hidden beneath the surface, threatened to consume her once more. Emilia's eyes snapped open, and a searing pain shot through her head. She grasped her temples, wincing. As the agony subsided, memories flooded her mind like a tidal wave. "Jane Ruth... Andrew Ruth..." she whispered, her voice trembling. Visions of her parents' loving faces appeared, followed by the horrific scenes of their murder. Marcus Blackwood's sinister smile etched itself into her mind.

I held my head and my eyes shut tightly as bits and pieces of memories rushed into my head. BLOOD. DEATH. GUNS. And then, there was…...ME. “Fuck!!!!” Another headache came and I thought it’d split my head into two. It was so intense I bled through my nostrils, but the memories never stopped flooding into my head. Among all the bits and pieces of memories, one stood out most. It was a memory of me holding a gun in between my hand and my face was unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Dark, brooding, filled with so much coldness and soulless.

It was the night of their death anniversary and those memories which I've tried to keep buried resurfaced I gave a hard punch to the wall... . Fuck me The darkness I felt inside was too much, it struggled to break free from its chains.... I still saw them... Mom and Jenny laughing...it was the most pleasant sound to my ears, but not any longer.... Now it was a nightmare Fucking bastard killed them and got away so easily.... Too easily after taking away my very whole existence with his betrayal..... Someone has to pay for it..... The memories of that day still burned like molten steel in my head. ....never to be forgotten

Vladimier murmured. Closing my eyes, I braced myself as the rest of my memories slammed into me. From the good to the bad, I remembered it all. My mother's abuse, my moving away to be on my own, the struggle of living alone and going to school to get a degree—even past loves and broken hearts appeared, sending piercing needles into my chest that disappeared as quickly as they appeared. And when the last few memories returned, they were of my job and how I died. By the time I opened my eyes again, sweat was pouring down my skin, and my heart was beating wildly in my chest. In front of me, Vladimier watched, waiting to see my reaction.

His sharp instincts, honed as a journalist, told him that someone had been hanging around our house. After checking with security, the surveillance footage revealed a milk delivery man who had been loitering around. Just like many killers, Eugene Walter, the man who murdered me, could not resist returning to the scene of the crime. He wanted to witness my parents’ suffering up close, feeding his sick satisfaction. But his arrogance led to his capture. Eugene showed no sign of fear or regret. He calmly watched as Eddie supported my parents into the interrogation room. Eugene shook the silver cuffs on his wrist and pulled a malicious smile. "Got a cigarette?"

Memories flooded in. And I had my wolf back. "Which part of me don't you understand? I said I remember. I've said it again. I was with them. I betrayed my own, killed my own...I just..." Opting against further argument, I recognized its futility and the potential to unearth painful memories. Accius sensed my rising anger, but exhausted like I was, his lips sealed in understanding. "Have you tried communicating with him?"

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h

So I do my best and eventually manage to take his head off. I wake with a slight start covered in sweat as I relive what I believe is an old memory that seemed to mix with how I killed Conrad. I know I had no choice but to take the lives I have taken both before and after I lost my memory, but it still haunts me that I would have that within me.

"Sorry for the painful love life ahead of you." The woman had a second look at her. She shook her head and walked away without saying more words. "Ma…" Tasha called the woman, but she didn't answer her. Her entire body froze for a moment, and she couldn't open her mouth to say a word because she was in fear coupled with shock. ‘What’s going on?’ She thought in her mind. She suddenly felt dizzy, and her leg was unfrozen. She saw things in double fold, and she closed her eyes, placing her hands on her forehead.

"I can't believe this" "I'm very sure this is where that murderer took off from with Anna, it must be this place. It just has to be this place because the woods and this road have a connection. I really need to find something that can serve my intuition right". She took out her gun and walked a little bit down the road with her gaze switching sideways every seconds.