Romans & histoires Oh Who Is She A Misty Memory

She is beautiful, no doubt but not my kind of woman. I only have one kind of woman and no one else could match her not even this womAn in front of me. My head instantly spins and I see a memory. It’s her, she is running towards me, screaming my name loudly. What is this? Why is she in my memory? She looks young, probably 10 years younger. The memory unfolds as I hold my throbbing head in place.

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

And as I kept straddling her against myself, it wasn't long before I noticed her wetness and that's when I realized she had nothing under. "You did this, for me I see." My eyes met hers in the mirror and I was instantly intoxicated by the readiness of her body for me. "How much longer do you intend to tease me, Mr Winchester?" Her eyes clouded with lust, she tried to turn around until she was facing me but I kept her in place. "Not for long, darling Annalisa," I smirked at her through the mirror, before allowing her to turn around to me. With her hands on my neck and her eyes locked with mine, she brushed her lips against mine and muttered. "I hate your guts, Vin Winchester."

"But the good news is, hmm... actually, I don't know if I should say it's good news or not. But I think we still have hope; she might be Diana since the information about her is a bit suspicious. She has no past track, as if someone deleted it on purpose, and the information about her existence just appeared ten years ago, which was the same year as Diana's death. And at the time of his appearance, he was already rumored to be in a relationship with Alex San Genis." "Delete by purpose? Their romances occur in the same year as Diana's death. How strange," murmured Michael after hearing the news from Payton. "Okay, is there any more information about her?" He went on, and Payton only responded

Or maybe it was just the morning. She blinked. Once. Twice. And then, everything came rushing back. Fast. Sharp. Unforgiving. Her breath caught. A quiet gasp, but it filled the room. Because now, she remembered. And nothing about it felt safe anymore. Memory hit her all at once. Too fast. Too sharp. Skylar. The room. The door. The moment everything went wrong. Her face changed. Color drained. Breath caught. Betrayal settled deep in her eyes.

She didn’t say she was a counselor, but she asked questions like one. “What’s your happiest memory?” I stared at the table. “Do you remember your father?” No answer. “What scares you the most?” Being forgotten. I didn’t say it out loud. I just stared through her like she wasn’t there. She marked things in her notebook. Always with a red pen. She never looked me in the eyes when she closed it. Later at night, I heard things. Doors opening down the hallway, girls crying softly. Then not at all. One day, I recognized a voice in the hallway. Another girl from the lower floor. Her name was Hannah. We never spoke much, but I knew her face. She passed my door. Then I heard hers close. That was the

Her hair was a wild halo of dark curls, and she was gasping for air as if the atmosphere had turned to water. “Isabella?” Zander whispered, stepping forward. The girl turned. Her eyes were glazed, the pupils blown wide into terrifying black voids. It wasn’t Isabella. It was Victoria Vermon—the “Golden Heir,” the quiet, brilliant girl who spent more time in the library than at the parties. “Z-Zander?” she rasped. Her knees buckled. He caught her before she hit the carpet, her small frame vibrating with a frantic, erratic heat. “Liv? What are you doing up here? Where is Daniel?”

I simply frowned. She examined me for an extended moment and slowly, her smile disappeared. "She’s the one you're thinking about, isn’t she?" I chose to pretend not to understand what she was saying. "Who?" She raised her eyebrow. "Don't play stupid, Alex. It doesn't suit you." I made sure to tap my fingers on my desk, losing my patience as the seconds passed. "If you came in here to waste my time—" "Grizelda." She leaned in, the frown on her face deepening. "She's written all over your face."

Michael looked at the TV, the wrestling match was still on, he decided to sat and watch the wrestling for some minutes, he had concluded in his mind that if the couples not come back in the next twenty minutes he would leave. Sitting on the sofa while trying to watch the wrestling match, Michael couldn't resist looking at Vera from time to time when she stood up to get him a drink, ' she is irresistibly beautiful' he thought, the top and shorts she was putting on emphasized her shape, that was how Sophia looked when he met her seven years ago.

I know I’ve seen her, but I can’t remember where. Hiro and I approached her. She and Hiro are already talking, but I'm still wondering where I saw her. When she turned to look at me, he immediately hugged me, something that made my eyes widen. I looked at Hiro. I looked at him in surprise. "Cassandra, it's me." I narrowed my eyes at her. Who is she? Have we met before? "We've met at your house. It's me, Felicity." Then a memory of her comes into my mind. I immediately looked at her again. Oh my God!