Pemeran The Haunted Memory Novels & Stories

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

He sounded relieved. "She woke up once last night. She didn't even recognize me." Last night, when I first came to, my vision hadn't cleared yet. I simply couldn't see who was there, so I asked. The healer went on, "She's been unconscious for so long, it's normal that her memory's jumbled. We'll run another test. If there's memory loss, there are always witches' potions. The southern witch, Olivia…" This poison mainly targeted the mind of a werewolf, and only then the body. My body felt fine. Clearly, the healer's antidote had worked.

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.

The scar lay quietly against his skin, a dark, raised ridge that matched the vision perfectly. "No." His voice was barely a whisper, as if he were talking to himself. "It wasn't me." "I never went to that meadow. I never... never touched Echo." He whipped his head around to glare at the witch on the dais, his pupils shifting into slits as a crimson fury flooded his eyes. "Your magic is flawed! Someone has tampered with this memory!" The witch flinched, but she still shook her head, her voice trembling. "Alpha, memory magic cannot be altered; it can only be witnessed. I swear by the witch's creed, this vision is the absolute truth, the deepest imprint burned into the Luna's soul."

Now, the memory crystal laid the bloody truth bare before him. Sienna's face had gone pale as well. She clutched Lorcan's arm and frantically explained, "N-No… That's not what happened… I was there, too… I was just too scared…" Lorcan frowned. He looked at the bloody version of me in the memory, then at Arwen's ashen face. For the first time, doubt flickered in his eyes. Maverick stood up as well, looking utterly shell-shocked. "I-Is this real? Velda…"

Flames devoured the past, sending ashes drifting through the air. From that moment on, he would only allow traces of Calista to remain there. Yet as he glanced over the entire house, he realized she had already taken everything that belonged to her, leaving nothing behind. Theodore kneeled in the center of the study and suddenly let out a low laugh. He told himself that it was fine, that he would bring her back. … As expected, the "heart condition" of Theodore's parents turned out to be a ruse. When Theodore returned to the Montclair residence, his mother, Belinda Green, peered out the door. "Where's Calla? Weren't you supposed to come back together?"

“Enough. You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But you won’t get another chance. Mr. Wilson, come in!” A man in a white lab coat walked into the room, holding a strange-looking pocket watch. His expression was serious and focused. Without a word, he bowed respectfully to my parents and to Steve. Ben’s voice was cold. “Start the procedure. Extract her memories immediately. I want to know where Emily went.” “Yes, sir,” Mr. Wilson replied without hesitation. He moved to the machine, pressed three buttons, and then handed three metal helmets to my parents and Steve.

Memory after memory of Claire, Lily, and me together. But not the night Lily was attacked. The crowd stirred. "Why isn't it showing that night? "Didn't Lily's note say Rachel knew who did it?" Claire turned to the technician. "What is going on? "Why can't you find the memory with the attacker?" The technician wiped sweat from his forehead.

I chipped in with details to make the story as airtight as possible, hoping to make it seem as real as we could. But despite all our efforts, Helena and Howard's expressions showed growing doubt, as if they were trying to understand what we were saying without thinking we were crazy. That is, until I pulled out my phone, turned on the flashlight, and waved my finger in the air. They both froze, horrified, when they saw there was no shadow cast by my hand. "I actually asked you to come here because I wanted to ask Howard something. The version of me that you interact with—has anything seemed off about her?"

"Ms. Hedge found the water source, Seraphina! How dare you steal her credit!" My boyfriend, Shawn Grayson, scolded me. So, it really was happening. I had been reborn, and Shawn was standing there, belittling me. "Ms. Hedge is special, Seraphina. You can't just steal her credit because you're jealous of her. You would've stolen her credit if she hadn't told us about the water first!" I couldn't care less about my soon-to-be ex-boyfriend's insults. My eyes were on Queenie Hedge. "How did you find out?"