Precious Memories Mystic Novels & Stories

I smiled inwardly, knowing I had succeeded. With slow steps, I entered the chapel, my eyes taking in the sacred space before bowing to the statue of the moon goddess. The stale incense hung heavy in the air, and I pulled my hoodie off, relishing the freedom of being in the dark depths of the chapel. The elder watched me warily, his expression guarded. "Elder, I have a proposition for you." I said, my voice silky smooth. "One million dollars, to help me with a delicate matter.”

Maybe if I had, I would not be here, trapped on a private island in the Marina district. The cook came in quietly, her apron dusted with flour. “Do you want to eat, miss?” I shook my head without even looking at her. “You have to eat something,” she urged softly. “Even a little soup?” I sighed. “Later. Not now.” She hesitated, then nodded and left. The door closed and the silence returned. My chest tightened, and memories flooded in. Not of Garrick, not of Storm, but of my childhood. Before all of this, before the lies, before the schemes.

"Ah, you know who I'm referring to, mentioning her name is... a littl bit confusing." Kristina fought the urge to frown and faked a smile, one I can immediately see through, she says, "Ah right...her.You don't have to, it really is confusing but... I think your memories got mixed up." I didn't say anything more. I'm sure she told me that... all the memories I hold onto right now, all of them...did she lite about it? Or is it you Kristina who's lying? It's getting harder for me to figure out the truth.

I was busy looking at the view we were passing by when one of my favorite song suddenly play. There I was again tonight Forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old tired, lonely place Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy Vanished when I saw your face All I can say it, it was enchanting to meet you I stopped in contemplation of playing that song, that was one of my favorite songs. Its notes are just so accurate and it feels like it was written just for me, even though I haven’t felt that way yet. "Swifties?" I asked him.

She shouldn't remember anything now. "Thank you for your help, Dex. Now I just need fairy dust from the queen of the fairies and then we can turn everything into the crystal we need for Ash. You don't know how much this mess to me." She smiled at me as she held the vile up at me. Inside the vile was the light blue mist that emits while we sing. It's that mist that buries itself deep into the mind. It keeps the song going even after it's done being sung. It seems the memory is staying tucked away for now.

The priestess added. “Can you at least let me finish this before you keep on talking? You’re distracting me.” She said to the priestess. “I want you to concentrate on recovering some part of your memory. Check if you have any happy moments. The times where you’ve felt happy genuinely, whether it was when you were young or anytime.” “I’ve never felt happy until I got here.” Stacey countered. “I believe you’ve been through that phase before. Just concentrate, and search through your memories. You have that time where you felt genuinely happy. I assure you.”

Don't we just do it everywhere? "You're right, but I can't remember if we ever did it in the back room." "Why, I don't remember either. Maybe we were drunk and we forgot to enter the room." "But doesn't that seem like it never happened?" "Maybe, but it could happen, right?" Lilyana was silent for a moment. If it had happened and maybe when she and Ed were drunk shouldn't she have been there with her husband when she woke up too? But how come she never felt awake in the back room? Moreover, the room had only been vacant for about ten months ago when the old household assistant decided to resign.

Raven snorted, "She needs the real thing. Plastic is going to feel more of a punishment then-" "If you find a good one it's not going to feel like plastic! It's going to feel like you have a dick in your coochie! I happen to know a place that-" "Of course you know a place." "Oh shut up you wanna be prude! We founded "Joy for Toys" together!"

After cleaning up Danton's remains, Violet asked in confusion, "Mr. Pulmano, where did Dr. Jennings come from?" Gerard crouched slowly and tidied Danton's shirt. Then, he answered, "Dr. Jennings is from the Mystic Pavillion!" Mystic Pavillion! Immediately, Violet froze. Ordinary men might not have heard about the Mystic Pavillion, but Violet did. The Mystic Pavillion was an organization that emerged eight years ago. It was said that the members of the organization were all great doctors.

If she had told me the reason we came here, I believe I wouldn't have asked again. "It's the Mystic Delights. You wouldn't want to miss it for anything in the world, and it only happens quarterly," she said. "What is that?" I asked her, confused. "That's all the more reason you shouldn't miss it. Come on," she grasped my hand, pulling me inside. The cafeteria was near the residential hall, not on the school grounds. I wondered why it wasn't placed within the school premises. Even though the walk from the residential hall to the school grounds took no more than ten minutes, it still struck me as weird.