Mémoire Novels & Stories

Some of the words written there are farm, shipment, high-quality goods, and customer. Mr. Rayven clenched his fist when he realized that it was the same words he used before Raia went into his room that time. He knew someone was eavesdropping on his conversation with Mr. A at that time. And he's not mistaken. It was Raia. But he doesn't need to worry about that right now. He used a special scent that was usually used for their ritual. It was called Tonique de Meilleure. It came from France years ago and was used to disrupt someone's memory. Using this potion is not that great since there might be a chance that something might trigger their memory to recover.

And closed it with a sigh. “Did you not want to read anything?” Tristan asked me puzzled. I smiled at him, feeling my lip crack a little as I did “I did.” I saw the confusion on his face and giggled “I have a photographic memory. I can recall information at any time just by looking at it. Kind of like pulling out a photograph to look at whenever you want to. I retain facts and conversations and recall them easily.” His mouth formed an ‘O’ as he processed the information.

" I started sweating badly. " Sh*t" .... " What's wrong Fred ......" She asked worriedly . " The breaks of my car stopped working Aria ...the...." I trailed in pannick . I pannicked badly as I tried to Control the car as it moved out of the road and that was the last thing I remember ....and the scream of Aria before everywhere went Dark . TBC

There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed. "Hello," her voice came out in a cracked whisper. "Hello," she said even louder. "Is anyone there!? Can anyone hear me!? Please. I need help!" she said as she started to cry. This was real, and she had no memory of how this happened. How long had she been here now. Did she wake up prior to this and do the same thing? She looked down at her ankle, which burned the most. It was raw, and it looked like burnt flesh all around. She felt the metal around her ankle, and it burned to the touch. She was being captive with silver. Is that what was making her so weak?

Triston’s palm slid up my thigh, trailing higher, his fingers hooking into the sides of my panties. I caught his hand. Our eyes locked. And something shifted. The air around us seemed to cool, and I felt the heat of his touch. Just for a second—but it was enough. The look in his eyes returned to a previous one. His grip faltered, the fabric touching my skin again. I let go of his hand, feeling a lump come to my throat. I saw it, then hesitated to look at his face. We were both drunk, but something seemed to come back to mind. The memory is bleeding into his face. His jaw tightened, a flicker of pain crossing his face, raw and exposed.

I, on the other hand, was dressed in a plain white bathing suit. “What?” I say when I realize I have completely zoned out from the conversation. “Kira, I mean. She remembers everything.” I purse my lips. “Right.” “I'm serious. When she was four, Nikolai had her tested by a doctor because she could recall things about the fire with a scary amount of precision that worried him. They call what she has Eidetic Imagery or something like that. It means she has a photographic memory. She remembers everything as long as she's seen it”

I took my notebook and started writing the information “The first one is my Pinot Noir from reserve, it has traces of raspberry, coconut, currants and freshly cut grass, the flavor of my wine is very delicate, quite subtle as it was aged in oak barrels so it tastes of cinnamon, strawberry and blueberries. It is a good companion for fish, duck and red meat. There is also my Merlot, which has main aromas such as cassis, currants and other red fruits, it wasn’t aged to preserve its subtlety, it has a honey and mint flavor and is excellent to accompany roasted vegetables, semihard cheeses and some conserved desserts, you can use this for the end of dinner, the chef could try to incorporate somet