Novel Memphis Novels & Stories

Memphis's POV: What the fuck was that? I just got back to the states a couple hours ago and wanted to unwind with the guys. It was going good until I went to go get a round of drinks for us and bumped into that waitress. That beautiful waitress my subconscious chimes in. Beautiful? Where'd that come from? She was infuriating and rude. But fuck if she wasn't sexy as hell ripping me a new one. I kind of feel bad cause she looked like she had been there awhile and just wanted to taste a good meal and relax. I was kind of a dick to her even though she did most of the yelling. I don't even care about the shirt or that she screamed at me. She looked like she was about to cry and like the idiot tha

He stopped mid-sentence, realizing just then that it was difficult to bring up what he had done. My heart was cold even as I watched him avert his eyes in embarrassment. Of course I remembered—the way he looked at me in disgust and every insult he slung at me before he finally abandoned me. All my delusions of family affection vaporized right then, but I pretended not to remember. I creased my brows as if it took me some effort to recall.

Chapter 30 - The memoria of darkness It was a cold dark prison, Elise knows she was dreaming the moment she catches sight of the metallic smell of blood. The stinky pavement and the yellow ashes of a fire on the edge of her cell. It was the day today when the prisoners were bestowed a glinting light by their capturer.

He said. Rafael pleaded, “Please— please don’t do this.” Memphis smiled at the howls that ripped through the wolf and put the chilly tips of his fingers on Rafael’s forehead, saying, “Welcome to your own personal hell.” He was in excruciating pain, going through his own mental hell that the devil had made for him. where he would be torn to pieces in a variety of novel ways, tortured, and then put back together. It was a bad dream. Memphis sighs, “Like music to my ears.”“For a libertine like me… there could be no better playground than this, now the real fun is just beginning!. Enjoy your peace my sweet Isabelle, soon I will come and collect what is due.” Memphis grumbled. He devised a new ga

Memphis turned his back on her like she was already beneath his notice. “Then you’re sealing your fate.” I stood there trembling. I had never liked Janine. It was obvious that she hated me with every fiber of her being, even though I never did anything to her but the way Memphis had dismissed her, the way he ordered her to kill her own child. For the first time, I realized fully: this man was terrifying. * Days later, he brought up Liam’s name casually during a conversation about enemies.

Samantha's with me, I didn't want to risk her life but, with what happened a while ago, she's at risk. The memories were still hunting her every time she hears gunshots and things involving violence she would space out or hallucinate. She panicked a while ago and now, she's sleeping on my shoulder. I guess the past was still a dark room for her, it left her unhealed scars. She couldn't let go of it. I was like her when my parents died. The scenery I witnessed kept on bothering me every time I closed my eyes but a mafia boss couldn't be weak, so I tried my very best to remove those memories from me and finally move on from it.