Nam Flashbacks Novels & Stories

She might even have gotten me some medicine. “What?” I finally asked. I could not hold it anymore. “I think she is about to start getting flashes,” Alpha Kellan told Beta Tobias. He answered my question that way too. “You mean flashbacks?” Beta Tobias asked. “Yes,” Alpha Kellan replied. “No way,” I said aloud. I had just pondered on his words and realized that the old woman I saw, along with the oppressor and his guards, was nothing but a flashback. “What?” Alpha Kellan asked.

"But I’ve never dreamed about him since the memory loss. And this time… I saw the first time I met him." My hands trembled slightly. "I shouldn’t remember that. I shouldn’t be able to. I lost my memory, didn’t I?" Miles took my hand, his voice calm and steady. "Eve, don’t be scared. Memory flashbacks are completely normal." I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I threw my arms around him and sobbed. "I don’t want to remember any of it. Not a single moment. Let me stay like this forever—just let me forget everything."

"Feel the truth." I closed my eyes, bracing myself for pain. Instead, I was hit by a wave of emotion so powerful it nearly knocked me over. It wasn't a thought. It was a memory—a flash of the past, transmitted directly from his soul to mine. I saw Nash in our old bedroom, four years ago. He wasn't sleeping with Veronica. He was screaming in his sleep, thrashing against invisible chains. I felt his panic as he woke up reaching for me, finding only a cold pillow.

"I didn't think you would get together with Gina again." His words surprise me. "You didn't?" "No," he flashes me a grin. "Because when you were drunk out of your mind at the bar. Like when you hit rock bottom, Gina wasn't the one who came to get you home." "What do you mean?" He breathes a laugh. "Don't you remember? Please tell me you haven't forgotten." The truth is that I haven't forgotten. Not entirely. This is what I mean about flashbacks. They are in the back of my head, but I'm afraid of acknowledging them.

All of that was gone now, replaced by this—this defilement, this shame. My body was on the verge of orgasm, and I couldn’t stop it. I started having flashbacks—old memories of Kaid and me when we were younger. Why was I seeing this again? I don’t even remember this memory. It was as if it was trying to tell me something, but I couldn’t grasp it.

I drank the whole bottle in one go. "What happened?" After a while Hayden asked me. "My memories. They are resurfacing. The ones that happened but I had long forgotten them. They are coming back as flashbacks. Ones that were too terrifying. I had forgotten them. But now they are haunting me. I am having re-collections of them. That is why I wanted to see Selena. She knows something about them" I sniffled, realizing that my face was now tear stained. Hayden handed me a tissue, reversing the car back on the road. Twenty minutes later we were outside her house.

he pouted. I grimaced at him. “Have you seen the results of yesterday’s match?” Linc started. As they were talking about football, I zoned out. I wasn’t listening to them anymore. I saw Raf walking sauntered without Megan. It was weird. He was always with her. He was looking at the phone concentrated. He frowned and a wrinkle appeared between his eyebrows. It always happened when he was thinking. When you look at the specific person, the flashbacks follow them. It’s like a hangover, that comes after being wasted. And it’s you who decide whether they give you a sweet or a bitter aftertaste.

She gazed at the ground, as Arnold's face appeared before her. Zane could tell that she was talking about something from her past. He stayed quiet to listen to her speak. Arnold's image disappeared from Naevia's front view. Bringing her memories back to the past. "It all started when I was still a little girl. My mother just passed away then," Naevia began. Flashbacks came flooding her head. Filling up her memories and bringing her back to the past. There she was as a little girl, standing with a maid in a cemetery, with so many people there, during her mother's burial.

It had been the first time she had had such a vivid flashback since she had came out of therapy but perhaps, it had something to do with Marwan touching her. No one touched her, ever. Except for Khaleed, Nadia and her Jaddah. She shuddered as another wave of memory hit her, making her clutch her head in pain, willing the images to stop, trying to change the scenes but the more she tried to make them stop, the more they tumble through her mind. It was brutal and she knew without a doubt, it was going to take a long while before she got over this particular flashback. {••}

Security swarmed, but Emma shoved past them, clawing toward Valerie again, her face twisted with rage. For a split second, Valerie saw her clearly. The hate. The fury. The same contorted snarl from a nightmare she could never name. And suddenly… --- The Flashback The world around her blurred, sound warping into a hollow echo. White fabric the weight of a veil brushing her cheek. The crack of a gunshot, louder than thunder. Her chest seared with pain. The world tilted, spinning she fell, Damien’s voice echoing in the void—her name, over and over.