Of Forgotten Memories Novels & Stories

“Lord Kenny Bred had imprisoned Debra and the Carter family in the New World prison. If Darryl had wanted to save them, he would have done so a long time ago. He must not have wanted to do that. So, Master, you don’t have to be afraid of him. Debra is strong; she might be useful to us for the growth of the Forgotten Valley. She could be of great help to us.” Woo! Venus sighed in relief when she heard that. She said, “You mean that you want her to drink the Forgotten Water?” The Forgotten Water was the spring water found deep in the Forgotten Valley. One would forget their memories if they were to drink the water, whether they were cultivators or ordinary humans. It was incredibly magical. Th

The more I try to remember, the more I forget,and the aches in my head got even worse every time I try. I could overhear Aiden telling the doctor, I can't remember anything, I wasn't much interested in their conversation, it was obvious I lost my memory,I don't even know who I am. "What is his name Aiden?" I asked. "He doesn't have a name yet,we wanted you to give him one" he said, walking towards me as the doctor and nurse took their leave. "He is so handsome," I said. "What about me mama?" Raymond asked. "Oh Ray,you are also handsome" I chuckled.

"If I’m still alive, then it can’t be that bad!” Aunt laughed and said, "Summer, you're going to live a very long life!" The surgery had gone really well. The doctor said I might lose some memories, but I still recognized everyone I had seen so far. Even though I sometimes felt like I had forgotten some things, I did not really want to remember them anyway. In fact, I thought forgetting might make me even happier. Once I was out of danger, I moved to a regular room. With Aunt looking after me, I started feeling better really fast.

“When I close my eyes, the things that happened at my old house. With my old Pa and my sister Rosie… the memories I had with them plays like a movie.” “Aw baby, those are just bad memories, they are a bit hard to forget. I am sorry,” she hugged me crushing me between her arms. I shook her away, “No. It’s not like that. ”I played with a loose hem on my jumper. “It’s like I don’t forget anything. Like everything stays here. Inside—” I pointed to my head. “Honey, what do you mean?” “I don’t forget anything mommy. I could even tell you every detail of my first memory… until now. What’s wrong with me?”

How could I ever forget that night? There was no way. It had haunted me for sixteen years. How could I forget the 5th of June, 2010? It had started like every normal night in our house. The night breeze felt unreal, cool against my skin, calming enough to sink into my bones. I was outside doing yoga. Sixteen-year-old me had been obsessed with it. I was an athlete, and I always felt the need to keep my body in shape.

The accident—the scream of tires, the sickening lurch, the rain on her face. All of it, pulled away, dissolved into light. Clara gasped. The anchor screamed, but she did not let go of Morwen's memories. She held them steady while her own past was stripped from her. She forgot her mother's name. She forgot the color of her father's eyes. She forgot the street where she had lived, the job she had held, the friends she had loved. The memories crumbled like dry leaves, and the mechanism fed on them, and Morwen's grey began to recede.

All we needed was each other and we had that. But just as the good memories kept coming to me, the bad ones did not run from me either. I could vividly remember the way this man forgot me. I could remember the way he stared at me blankly like I was someone he could never be with. I could remember his cold voice as he told everyone that he did not know who I was.

It's unpredictable, potentially affecting memories associated with intense emotions, whether pain, love, or regret. In my case, I've been forgotten because Aiden loves me deeply. That should be gratifying; instead, it's frustrating. Dr. Hale can't predict when Aiden will regain his memory, so we must proceed cautiously to avoid overstimulation. I need to reintroduce myself slowly to him until his brain catches up. A sigh escapes me, the rumbling vibration reminding me that I have a call to answer. He's had numerous other calls from his contacts throughout the day. I have no doubt he remembers them all, except me.

James murmured to himself. After checking the time, he put a hand to his forehead in exasperation at his forgetfulness. He had been too anxious. Celeste was probably still at kindergarten. He grabbed the treats again and drove over to wait outside the kindergarten. Children began to come out one after another, but Celeste never appeared. James got out of the car and headed in. One of the teachers on duty, Mindy Gibson, recognized him immediately. "Hello there. Liam isn't here today," Mindy said.

I let her taunt slide and turned to Kane on the bed, pain and disbelief burning in my eyes. "Get his memory back?" I gave a brittle smile. My voice hitched, like I was already about to cry, like her thoughtless cruelty had just broken something in me. "Don't you know, Selena?" I faced her, my voice raw with betrayal. "Mnemowort is a cure for ordinary wolves. But for Kane, whose wolf is grievously wounded, any herb that forces his memories back is deadly poison!" My voice spiked, hoarse with fear. "That'll cage his broken wolf in those splintered memories, ripping at him over and over! Whenever he thinks back, it'll feel like his wolf is being torn open all over again!