No Memory, No Mercy Novels & Stories

My heart was killing me at the moment, I couldn't breathe. Albert opened his eyes, smiled at me then heaved a sigh before planting a kiss on my forehead. "One. Nine-eleven attacks." My forehead furrowed. What did he mean by one? He kissed the tip of my nose, "Two. Mozilla Firefox," I gasped. I let my brain backtrack from what he was saying. He kissed my cheeks. "Three. Ousting SH. Four, F******k."

” “No, it’s more like you’ve got an hour until our memories kick in and you pass out.” “What?” "When you drink a small amount of our blood, you are gifted with flashes of our memories, since becoming demons." Noah picked up his shirt and pulled it on, shrugging. “No biggy. It’s just part of being tethered. We need to have you back at the factory and somewhere safe. Don't want you falling and hitting your head.” Noah was so nonchalant about what was about to happen, that Serenity turned and followed the pair out of the building and into the waiting car. As she settled into the seat, curiosity overcame her and she turned to Noah. "What am I going to see?'

Every steps you take, and every breathe you did were just borrowed times—debt that were soon enough would get repaid by the life you tried to thrive. Debt. That’s what it feels like for Meredith as she remain on the corner, wide-eyed. She had not yet recovered from what she saw, the nightmare they had been put through inside the factory and there it is. Another horrid sight she couldn’t stomach. The terrifying grotesque faces, visage dripping with that thick coloured liquid. It was vibrant. It keeps pooling onto the floor, and she was left paralysed. Noah stared at her. But this time his eyes are lifeless. She didn’t know.

The heartbroken Shawn tried to stop them, but they beat him bloody as well. Frustration took over him as he looked at me. "Are you happy now? You threw her under the bus! Now, apologize!" I sniggered, took my phone out, and played a video. It was a conversation between Queenie and Shawn. I was planning to have this team building at Saialand. However, they switched it to an outdoor survival program, all because Queenie wanted to have some fun. And their wonderful plan landed us on this abandoned island. Now that the truth was out, the mob didn't hold back. They rained their fists again and again into the wretched duo.

Then— Memory returned. Not fragmented. Not incomplete. Perfect. A hospital room. Three babies. Not two. Not four. Three. A woman crying. Emma. Mercer standing nearby. Doctors panicking. Machines failing. And one infant— Silent. Watching. The memory shifted. The baby opened her eyes. And every monitor in the room malfunctioned. Lights burst. Computers crashed. Glass cracked. The nurses screamed. Mercer stared. Fascinated. Terrified. Then Emma heard his voice from the memory.

"Give it back." He tore the protective charm off, threw it to the ground, and ground it under his heel. "What makes you think anyone would want this piece of trash? I wouldn't want it if Maisie hadn't given it to me." Grandma's kindness and blessings were trampled on just like that. A piece of the protective charm broke off, and the charm's surface was marked with deep scrapes. Anger, grief, and despair exploded within me all at once. I shoved Dash to the ground and punched him again and again until Maisie screamed for us to stop.

"You marked Eiro just three days after leaving Swan! How do you expect anyone to believe there was no cheating before that? "You want to have your cake and eat it too. You held a marking ceremony for your precious first love, yet you couldn't let go of your Luna and demanded that she wait for you. Do you know how much she's suffered these past few days?" Beamon flatly replied, "None of your concern. I fed her a pill. She wouldn't have felt pain or remember any of this." "Well, wrong move, Beamon. There's no antidote. Swan created that memory loss pill, and she'll completely forget you. She's never getting back with you!"

I couldn't tell if this is a direct result of the new battle or then assume again that it's from the explanation itself that my injury hasn't recovered at this point, however, I feel totally and utterly exhausted. "I knew what it meant," he muttered, indulging close to my mate. In any case, I can't remember the words, I'm sad. “Damnatio memoriae,” Gabriel reports quickly, figuring out how to redirect her gaze from the broken field to him. It involves the judgment of memory. Justin is a decent Latina instructor—she shows up without a hint of uncertainty when I cause a commotion. Furthermore, I think it also implies that what the fearmongers have done, whatever this latest product is, is not n

“Mercy is not five hundred on her road. Mercy is a later that is not her timing. You are allowed to want the children fed without becoming the man who stripped you.” I looked at the North Ridge mark until it stopped being a podium. “Then we plan the later,” I said. “Innocents. No column. His title off him before any grain moves. And she stays in the hole until I know the cup under the dais is dead.” He nodded. On the oak table, as if the bleed had heard mercy named, a thin black thread ran from the dead river toward the dungeon stair and stopped, waiting to see whether later would walk or burn.

I continued down the list, marveling at the darker utility assets: > [Memory Blur Card — 1,005,000 IP] > Description: Allows the Host to selectively obscure or corrupt a specific recent memory from the target's mind. The targeted memory decays into a vague, unconvincing dream-like sequence over a six-hour period. > My eyes widened in absolute awe. "Unbelievable," I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. That single card offered ultimate insurance against exposure. If a target ever began to piece together the threads of my deception, a single activation could sanitize the entire breach without leaving a trace of psychological trauma or physical evidence.