No Memory, No Mercy Novels & Stories

“I sent a memory.” Lucien sat beside her. “She’s afraid.” “She should be.” They sat in silence for a long time. Until Lucien finally asked “Do you ever regret not letting the world remember you?” Solene turned. And in the dark, her voice came low. Cold. “I don’t need to be remembered.” “I need them to never forget what happens when you try to own me.” OUTSKIRTS OF NEW EDEN TIME: DAWN A new mural appeared overnight. Huge.

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

All I knew was I was scared shitless of this beast in front of me. “Poor little Aria, a waste of space slut, good for nothing, I should’ve never kept you.” She spat vehemently, winding herself up further. “I thought about it all day and there’s no way you have amnesia; you’re still the same pathetic girl who can’t keep her legs closed. What a pity that you lied to me. I don’t know how you fooled the doctor and everyone else, but you can’t fool me little girl.” “I can’t remember fucking anything! You think this is some sick game I’m playing!” I yelled back after finding my inner strength.

"Don't you love me? If you don't, then why? Why have you always been so good to me?" "Because I promised your father," he stated, his voice deliberate and stern. "I have no romantic feelings for you. The only person I love is Cammy. Given the circumstances, it is best for you to be abroad." As he spoke, he took out his phone to begin the arrangements. With a sob of desperation, Chloe snatched a fruit knife from the hall table and raised it to her wrist. Jonathan moved faster, wrenching it from her grasp. The blade sliced deeply across his palm. She stared, horrified, as blood welled and dripped to the floor.

“Screw you, screw the game, screw my traitorous family, and screw this goddamn amnesia.” I ranted for a solid thirty seconds, a stream of creative, venomous curses that did absolutely nothing. Finally, I sank down, cross-legged on the non-floor. “Okay. Rant over. Time to think.” The anger was a cold, hard stone in my gut, but it was familiar. My so-called luck had run out the moment I woke up in that alley with no memory. The game wanted me dead. Fine. I’d just have to kill it first. My life was the only chip I had left to bet, and I was all in.

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

Ava lay quietly on top of me with a handkerchief in her hand. She imitated the way I used to wipe her clean in the past and tried to wipe off the blotted purple marks on my corpse. Her eyes drooped when she thought about what Zelda told her. “Mommy is dead.” Her voice was faint and filled with the enormous weight of sadness. She continued, “She can't speak, can't move, and her body is stiff.” Eliott's hand was trembling as he clutched onto the phone tightly.

he murmured, almost tenderly. He leaned in. The gun gleamed in his grip, still warm from the kill. “I kill men for blinking at me wrong,” he said, “And you think I’m going to let you go?” “I swear…please…I’m not gonna tell anyone…I didn’t even see his face…I don’t even know the person you killed…I have short term memory….i swear to God sometimes I forget my own name….I didn’t know what I was looking at…just please…” She tried to crawl backward. Slipping in her own piss. Her palms scraping through gravel. Her knees dragging through mud and blood, slick and cold.

I said panicking. "You can just bang the door instead of shouting, cause the pitch of your voice is incredibly annoying!" "Then stop shouting at me too!" Brigor decided to shut his mouth, so I decided to do the same. "Did you even checked your phone?" "There's no signal." "Press the emergency button continuously." "I did, but it's not working." "The fuck is this even a private restaurant? That cheap old man." "Don't blame your Dad he's not the elevator," I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

are you? The man's eyes dropped again, and he seemed more sorry than he ever had. 'He appears to have been apprehended without much violence or beating. He is in better condition than many of them; yet... still... he is so much more sorrowful. Though, somehow, unafraid. In fact, he vaguely reminds me of...' He smirked with a strange consideration as he heard the words echo in his head: "I will not consent."