No Memory, No Mercy Novels & Stories

Frozen in place, I saw my dad unleash his fury on my mom, his curses echoing: "You killed her! You deserve to die, you worthless trash!” The scene before me was all too familiar—a cycle of pain that never seemed to end. My mother’s screams, my father’s curses, the sound of flesh meeting fists—it played out like a nightmare on repeat. My bruised body ached, the marks a permanent reminder of my reality. Then, everything went silent. The chaos faded, leaving me in an eerie void. It was like floating in darkness, disconnected, watching the violence unfold in muted horror. My mind retreated, pulling me into a memory—the night it all began.

I was going to ignore it since it's none of my business when I heard familiar names -Greg and Melo! I run towards the oval texting Izzy and Shirly on the way. What are those two thinking ! Having a duel ? For what reason? Melo's Pov Headache. I don't think I can go to school today. This hang over is killing me. Wait, did I do something wrong last night? I feel weird. Something is off. What is it? Did I---- Oh My gosh !. What did I do ? Grace will kill me if she found out.

I simply stood there, my hands falling limply to my sides, my spine holding its rigid, practiced angle. I stopped fighting. The frantic denials that had choked my throat moments ago vanished, leaving behind a cold, desolate clarity. He had already judged me. He had weighed three years of my quiet, unquestioning obedience against a single photoshopped scandal, and he had chosen to burn me to the ground without a second thought. So, I gave him nothing. No tears. No pleas. No explanations. I just looked at him. My silence hit him harder than any accusation could have. I saw the exact second it registered in his dark, stormy eyes, the subtle shift from ruthless authority to something jagged and

This time, I wasn't gonna let history repeat itself. This time, I was living for me. I said flatly, "It wasn't me, so why should I apologize?" My voice was steady and calm, not weak or scared. The room went still. For the first time, my parents and Audrey looked at me in shock and fear, as if they were surprised that the quiet rabbit they'd kept in a cage all these years had suddenly turned around and bitten them.

And still I held back, shaking, my teeth hovering at her throat, knowing that one heartbeat more would damn us both. Somewhere, in a softer part of the world, a siren complained about a different man’s mistake. The sound dragged a thread through my hearing that caught on a nail of memory: the boy in the alley the night before, the way his breath had paused when mine continued, the way my mouth had refused to stop until my will had arrived late. I have learned too many sermons to pretend I don’t know the text of this one. Mercy is not nice. Mercy is breaking yourself where it matters to save someone else’s music.

"Anthea, I'm sorry. You have been by my side since we were little. Any time I turned my head around, there you were, like you would never leave me, so I thought that this time would be the same too. I'm sorry. I was wrong to take you for granted." I lifted my head up a little and said, "I once thought that I would rely on you forever, but now I have realized that after leaving you, I could still live a brilliant life." Gary suddenly hugged me and said emotionally, "But I'm in hell, Anthea. Without you by my side, my life has been shit. Your presence has seeped into every part of my life. I'm the one who can't live without you now. You've already done so much for me, let me take us through to

When they finished talking, she found the courage to explain herself. "The black soul asked me to meddle with your minds when she's on the verge of death. You know that I can manipulate everyone’s memories and you're part of that, right? The mind is my specialty. I can easily create a nonexistent memory inside your mind and make you believe it happened. That's why Luna asked me to do that, I think? So then, while they were dying, I was implanting altered memories in your minds that will only be revealed once Luna's memories came back," Mermera explained calmly, which made the listeners gaped and gasped in shock.

"We can do it to you as we want." "I belong to no one," I yelled at him, making sure that my voice was bold and strong enough. I might not have the strange power within me again, nor do I know how to summon it, but I can still withstand and fight these beings with my mastery. "Boy," Another man called out, his voice cold enough to send fear down my spine. "You just made the biggest mistake of your life." I watched as he nodded to his team, and they quickened their steps toward me.

this game is a game of past trauma, each player will be connected, to a device, and as each player comes, he will be sent to his dark or beautiful memories and their partner have to wake them up, if they fail to wake them up, that player can never wake up, now questions arise how to going to wake their partner when they going to be in deep sleep and dreaming about their past. they can manipulate objects but they can not affect the human body, they can act as a ghost and can influence only non-living objects. Zoe:- so it means if it's my turn then Leri have to wake me up, or I will never going to see you the next day. leri:- why every game is a death game, we just survive the last match. NAMI

The ink was blurred and smeared, making the original writing illegible. “My baby, I’m sorry, it’s Daddy’s fault. It’s my fault that you and Mommy are gone.” As I floated in the air and watched, my hand instinctively rested on my stomach. But what was the point of this late apology? I was already dead. In the early hours of the fourth day, Shawn received a call from Jenna. “Shawn, I want to go shopping today. Why don’t you just tell Samantha that you have an errand to run and leave the house? Let’s go shopping together.”