Mémoire Novels & Stories

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Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan. Mine was shown last. Was the largest of the three. A wolf head, snarling with spit flying all around. A skull on its head, smaller by comparison but a wolf's nonetheless. The words Memento Mori are written elegantly at the bottom. I smiled at Jean, pouring my adoration of the piece into every part of my body.

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

One of the female help bowed their head in response then sped out of the room. “Whose blood?” I asked, and her red gaze met my eyes. “Memorian.” She responded. “Those man-eating beasts that thrive in the mountains, I mean, well generally in cold places but you know.” Memorians are man-eating beasts that usually distort the memory of their preys. When the Prince had been giving a tour of Portburgh to Daisy, after Vivanna’s death, of course, he had wanted her to see the land that she would inherit. They had been caught in a snowstorm and separated. Daisy met a lone memorian who distorted her memory, making her believe that it was Kassian’s and her child.

"I would never. In my eyes you are the most guarded person I have ever met. You are perfect, smart and the sexiest woman I want to get to know more of. In fact, one of these days even if it takes me waiting forever, I want you to open up to me. I want you to be free around me, Alex I am going no where for as long as you will have me. Mhmm. If you do not want to talk I have an idea that is bound to be fun (he wiggled his brows before giving her a playful wink) ... Since you do not want to talk. You here. I am here. In order to pass time we can-" He leads forward. Jumping out of his embrace laughing she fell on the floor. She did not fall hard enough it hurt, even if it did she was distracted

I could smell the familiar scent of his cologne—something crisp and expensive that fought with the memory of the island's salt air. ​"You're scrubbing the footage of the terrace," he stated, his voice closer to my ear now. "Why?" ​I finally paused the video. I didn't take off the headphones. I simply pointed to the printed memo he had sent out that morning: Scrub all personal interactions. Focus on Q3 optics. ​I gave him a short, professional nod, and hit Play again. ​Luke’s hand tightened on the chair. I saw his reflection in the dark screen of my secondary monitor—his brow furrowed, his mouth set in a hard line of wounded pride. He wanted a reaction. He wanted the fire from the island or t

“Shut it you bonehead. We all want to help. Meri go ahead and explain it all.” “La dernière chose dont je me souviens, c'est de dire au revoir à Mickeal et de lui demander un câlin. Seulement, je te le demandais…” at that I turned to look at my dad/ Davien and then look away. I know Lucy doesn’t speak French, so she doesn’t understand anything but I hoping everyone else does understand. And I’m prove right! << “Will the last thing I remember is signaling Mickeal goodbye and asking for a hug. Only I was asking you…” >>

“Very well. I’ll assist you, but remember this: What you’re looking for might not be something you want to find. Sometimes, the truth is more dangerous than the unknown.” With Kieran’s agreement secured, they set up the memory retrieval process in one of his specialized, high-tech labs. The room was dimly lit, with sleek machines and monitors arranged in a precise configuration. Kieran handled the equipment with practiced ease, preparing the device for a deeper dive into Maris Harker’s memories.

And like that, we were in front of my quarters at the east end of the long walkway. “Let’s get in,” he said. “Wow, a huge flat screen television, and is that a game console?” he asked, with a hint of excitement. “Yeah, it is a Playbox series R pro infinity edition” “What the heck is that!? What type of naming sense is that?” he replied, laughing hysterically. “Okay now, let’s get to class”. Then he said; “System, take us to the realm of infinity.”