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Her appetite had returned, too, unless Albert was sitting at the table with her, then she was pushing her food around on the plate with a fork and just wanted the meal to end. One evening, about three months after the attack, Alissa was recovered to the point where she sat at her desk happily humming along to the music on the radio. She edited photos on her laptop because she loved taking pictures for her life. After a few hours of concentrated work, she went to sleep. She fell asleep pretty quickly and dreamed of becoming a great photographer one day. But suddenly she woke up, something caressed her leg. She knocked it away angrily and wanted to get up and turn on the light to see what it w

he began trying to calm their nerves. “Her brain was just trying to recall her memories, but her mind was rejecting” he explained but they both stared at him confused. “It's like a feedback mechanism, a negative response” explain further. “Why did it happen after so many years” Jacob asked still worried. “Something must have triggered it, she may have been seeing things that a similar to her memories” he replied. “Daria has no memory here” Jacob said, “we just moved to Romania last year, what could have triggered it” Adi inputted.

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.

“I’m leaving… This time, I’ll let them go completely. I’ll make the rest of my life count. You guys, be well and don’t worry about me. Someday, years from now, we’ll meet again.” The mountain wind lifted her long hair, and the white flowers at the grave trembled slightly, as though they were responding to her. The next day, she went to Lovers’ Bridge. Years ago, she and Justin had hung a lock there. It had been engraved with their names, meant to symbolize their lasting love. She found the lock, gripped a pair of pliers, and snapped it off before tossing it into the river. As the lock fell into the water, she seemed to hear the laughter of her younger self.

They buzzed around her, promising to double their kindness to make her future bright. My heart ached as I listened. The brothers once made those same promises to me. I knew they still cared about me, but they had chosen someone else over me time and time again. I wondered how they would react if I lost my memory after the surgery. … When I stepped out of my room later, the big villa was quiet. I felt a wave of relief once I realized I was alone. I felt so much more comfortable with everyone gone. I took my time packing up my things and moving them back to the villa my grandparents had left me.

His voice, soft and soothing, washed over me like a gentle breeze, calming the storms within. I remembered how he'd doodle in the dirt, creating intricate patterns that only he could possibly understand. The memory flooded my senses like a sudden rush of warmth, enveloping me in its tender embrace as though it had been waiting patiently in the wings, eager to be relived once more. It was a memory etched in the deepest recesses of my mind, a precious gemstone nestled amidst the rubble of forgotten days, waiting to be unearthed by the gentle touch of remembrance.

The silence of the chamber was almost oppressive, the gravity of their situation palpable. Then, it struck Liora. Her eyes widened, a rush of realization sweeping over her. "Orion, it's a memory!" she exclaimed. "Memories are born of time, they're always behind us, but they shape our future. They're as fleeting as shadows because we can forget them, but they're also solid as stone because they shape us, and in life's dance, they're always with us!" Orion stared at her for a moment, realization dawning on his face. "By the stars, Liora, I think you've got it!"

After taking photos of both documents, I carefully put the box back. … Quinton was gone for half a month. During that time, I tried every possible way to recover my memories.

“Hello mami Can I speak to Bobby Cross the ocean I’m feelin very lonely Him ah sleep Mami wake him for me I’m on the phone I wanna talk to my baby Phone call doesn’t help when your feelin lonely Him cah tell you things make you feel sexy I’m on romantic call I’m talkin to my baby down in ah mi yard I’m on a romantic call My man patra nah go take the prowl Watch this” “I remember this song, but I don’t know from where.” “That’s normal. Sometimes small things come back out of nowhere. That’s a good sign. It means that your memory is coming back.”

I muttered, startled. I gazed at him nervously and shook my head, "How can I help him?! I can hardly remember anything from that night!" I panicked inside my head, as he looked at me with full confidence. "So, let us hear what Ms. Leber has to say." The female judge grinned at me, looking intrigued. My stress level increased by the second. I was positive that I was going to make a complete fool of myself. I dug deep into my memory, but it seemed useless as all I could remember was those vampires' lustful eyes locked on me, and then me trying to escape the horror.