No Memory, No Mercy Novels & Stories

He took what he wanted and called it mercy. There was a sound then, the water moving against itself, and my chest pressing in and out, and somewhere deeper than shame and anger there was an odd prickling that had nothing to do with consent. I hate that. I hate that some part of me remembers the way his lips brushed the hollow of my throat and wanted to twist that memory into something clean. I will not allow myself that small betrayal, even in memory.

A new file began downloading against her blocks, labeled simply: *Lena, Final Trigger*. Lena stared at the filename, her face draining of color. Whatever memory IZO44 planned to use against her, it was coming. Outside the cabin, the forest remained unnaturally quiet. The Memory Thief was no longer content to observe. It had begun to steal their souls, one devastating recollection at a time. The cabin fell into a stunned hush after Marcus’s hallucination. He sat on the edge of the cot, elbows on his knees, breathing slowly as Lena knelt in front of him. Her hands remained on his face, thumbs gently brushing away the sweat on his temples.

If Joe’s family hadn’t moved overseas to start their business, we might’ve had some kind of childhood betrothal. However, there was something odd about the way my mom looked at Joe. She stayed behind my dad, unusually quiet. My clueless dad didn’t notice a thing, of course. After some small talk, our families soon knew all about my relationship with James. “Amy, our boy here is terrible at expressing himself. If he’s done anything to upset you, feel free to teach him a lesson.” He gave James a flick of his bandaged head. “Let him learn his lesson. But—”

Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you The light turned green. The silver gray Mercedes S600 cruised down the freeway, travelling south. There's a time that I remember When I did not know no pain When I believed in forever And everything would stay the same Ethan was sitting in the front passenger seat with so much soft leather around him that he could barely hear the 389 horsepower,6-liter engine...

I can't seem to do anything right. Dad continued gazing at me from the photograph, his smile unchanged. I knew I could never receive his response or forgiveness again. My heart spasmed painfully, and I braced myself against the ground with my arms. "I know you must both be so angry with me. Adrian is as well. I'm selfish and stupid. I deserve everything that's ever happened to me. But I'm so tired. I can't outplay Sean. I can't even drag him down with me when I die."

He couldn't. Hope surged through my veins as I hurriedly picked up the second bottle and turned it to read its label. Remembro. And, that's was when all that was glued back together with hope. Shattered all over again. Pieces of me laid there on the floor. Shattered. Tears brimming in the corner of my eyes, making them shine. Remembro is an illegal drug in Eleneas. It is used to damage the memory power of a person making them unable to remembering things.

For ten years, I stood beside Adrian Shaw while he clawed his way up from nothing to a nine-figure fortune. In all that time, he never once took me anywhere that cost more than twenty dollars a head. On the eve of our tenth anniversary, I sent him a link to the steakhouse I'd been saving for years. His expression darkened. "Just because we have money now doesn't mean we can forget how hard life can get. Thrift is a virtue, Nora. Don't lose it." I thought he had a point, so I nodded and agreed to cancel the reservation. Then, on the day I went to the restaurant to cancel it, I saw Adrian across the dining room, having dinner with a girl. He cut her steak for her, then reached over and ge

“Because we’re friends. That’s what you always said. You never mentioned a hidden reason. Every time I thanked you, you told me not to — it was just what friends do.” “Fuck friendship!” He growled, slamming his palm against the table. The sharp sound made her flinch. He jabbed a finger toward her face. “Everything I did was building up to this. And now that I’ve laid it out, you don’t get to say no, Samantha. You’re gonna accept me.” His jaw clenched hard, teeth grinding. His eyes were bloodshot, fury simmering just beneath the surface. That finger edged closer, nearly brushing her nose.

He extends his index finger slowly, and hell comes swooping down on me. Mercy storms over to the table, her teeth grinding and steam coming out of her ears. “Where the hell have you been?” Larissa and Naomi exchange a startled look as Mercy goes on a rant worthy of reality TV. “You just disappeared and didn’t come back? What the fuck is wrong with that? Your da — oww!” She leaps back and then glares at me. “Did you just kick me?” “Is something wrong?” Mercy finally turns her attention to Larissa and glares. In my mind, I know that Mercy will have no problem taking Larissa in a straight-up fight. But Larissa is the beloved sister of a vicious crime boss who just walked unscathed out of explod

When did he find out about all this? Before I could process it properly, Dad picked up a pole and began beating Queenie. She screamed. "Please, stop it! I'm sorry. I'm really sorry! Please let me go!" Her pleading fell on deaf ears. Dad continued beating her up mercilessly. The thudding sound of the blows against flesh was chilling. "Please, Uncle Ben, let me go. I know I was wrong!" Queenie begged, her voice riddled with sobs. Her head hung limp as if that would lessen the pain.