No Memory, No Mercy Novels & Stories

The current rose like a flood, swallowing them whole — and as Avery was pulled into its roar, the last thing she saw was the Pale One watching them go, eyes glimmering with something that might have been sorrow. “The heart remembers,” it whispered, “but memory is mercy’s undoing.”

“You are very wrong because this is very much different. You are mine, you have always been mine and I decide when you stop being mine.” “Noel! I am my own woman and you cannot treat me like an object when you want me and discard me when you decide I no longer serve my purpose anymore!” she was aware of the tears clogging her throat. She blinked back the tears in her eyes. “No, but I can ruin you.” He cornered her by the wall. She felt like a deer, defenseless and small, staring at the hunter’s gun, waiting for the attack. His hot breath fell on her skin as leaned down to speak into her ear. “Remember this life you have now and think about how awful it would be to lose it all in the blink of

Lena's face looks really sad. More silent than a moment of silence, residents 11-7 regretted with their heads bowed. Especially David and Sean, whose names are mentioned, so fervently live the sermon of his homeroom teacher. The Sean-David duo with nickname duo b-boys is indeed the main troublemaker in the class. With other conspirators Dery, it feels like they can get sick of itching if they don't make a fuss for a day. Although now they look sorry but rest assured that regret only lasts a day at most. After this day ends, they will forget and repeat the excitement again to the next day.

The memories surrounding him collapsed. He fell to the ground. His body was no longer covered in black fire. He looked human. Old. Exhausted. Afraid. The First Mother walked toward him. Malrec looked up. “Kill me.” She stopped before him. “Why?” “Because I have nothing left.” The First Mother studied him. “You have a name.” He looked away. “Malrec.” “You have memories.” His mouth tightened. “You have a place.” “I don’t deserve one.” The First Mother’s voice became firm.

Everything in the sanctuary was trying to make one of us break alone. So we did the only thing that had kept us human in this place. We remembered. You count under your breath, Ty said through the storm. You hate pity. You always did. I threw his own truths back at him before the pain could drown them. You stand even when you’re bleeding. You come back. Even when it costs you. The black heart convulsed between us, furious that memory could still interrupt possession.

I said to Fabian, "Honestly, I don't remember much of our past." His eyes grew red-rimmed when he heard me, but he forced a smile. "Anya, I came to confess something. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I think I should tell you the truth," he said. "Do you remember the vitamins I gave you a few months ago? They weren't really vitamins but an experimental drug I developed. They can erase parts of a person's memory, and they haven't been released outside the lab."

After traveling through several cities, Kevin finally located Johnstone Group's overseas headquarters. The moment he saw Henley step out of the building, his eyes turned red instantly. His voice trembled as he took heavy, hesitant steps toward her. When their eyes met, Henley's composure wavered. Seeing him again caused chaotic and painful memories to resurface in her mind relentlessly. She pressed a hand tightly to her chest. Her expression became frosty and guarded. The atmosphere tensed instantly. Before Kevin could speak through his tears, Henley slapped him hard across the face. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and every fiber of her being radiated rage.

Definitely not that. It lingers because it was a mistake. An embarrassing one. A stupid lapse in judgment caused by exhaustion and habit. Nothing more. Still, every time he video calls Zerra at night, his thoughts betray him anyway. Especially when she smiles at him through the screen. Especially when he remembers waking up beside the wrong woman. And unfortunately, the image of that mark on Azzmi’s neck refuses to leave his head completely. The hickey is probably gone by now. Good.

The sound of shattering glass rang in Calista's ears as warm liquid streamed down her forehead. Noelle's scream rang out beside her. "Calla!" Calista stumbled backward, only to see Aveline raising a second bottle. "Go die!" Aveline shouted. The second strike landed even harder and knocked Calista out. She collapsed into a pool of blood, the world around her fading into nothing but a blur of frantic screaming.

Checking my backup phone, I saw that Melissa's livestream had run all night. The livestream title was designed to grab attention. "Cold-Hearted Coworker Refuses to Help. My Mastiff Remains Lost in the Wilderness, Fate Unknown."