Rem Re Zero Novels & Stories

After a car accident wipes my memory, my mind is stuck ten years in the past—right after I get down on one knee to propose to Angeline Stone. I tear through every app on my phone, desperate to find any proof that Angeline is actually my wife. But all I see in my contacts are numbers I don't recognize, and my WhatsApp chat list is empty. I have no choice but to call my buddy, Rick Tate, to ask him whether Angeline accepted my proposal. To my surprise, he explodes on me like a lit firecracker. "Did a donkey kick you in the head, Caleb? Did she accept your proposal? You're about to divorce her!" My first reaction after hanging up is—damn, I'm a legend. I actually managed to land an ice quee

He took a plate of meat that was placed there and ate with pleasure " A rumor, what rumor " " Rumor that Luna is back " Emala said, looking at him angrily " Ah, that's not a rumor, that's a fact " Emala quickly got up and slammed the table in front of him in disbelief " Really, are you sure?? " Cesar smiled wide and said playfully " Of course I'm , I was there " She rushed to him to hold his hands together as she said with petrified tears in her eyes " Really, really, Cesar, Astraea is back, is she back? "

I say deflating in seconds. After a short cab ride, all three of us are standing at the ruins of a blown-up bus, although there are nobodies lying around on the street you can still see the bloodstains from where they were, the whole area has been cordoned off, there are still police and investigators looking around so there's not much chance of us being able to get near the site without being spotted, I stand at the edge of the tape, close my eyes and take in as much air as I can, I breathe deeply trying to concentrate on the smell around me but all I'm getting is the scent of the humans around me and burnt remains of the explosion

“Now, what the hell am I lookin’ at?” “A ledger containing current club financials, business contacts, and laundering sources.” “Jesus, Minus. There a specific reason such a hot item is currently in my home?” “I had to get it as far away from home as possible and I couldn’t think of a better place than here in your safe. I’m gonna talk to Zaius about posting a couple of patches here until all of this blows over, and I’m going to need you to get some more of the younger guys around here up to speed. I’ll need all the allies on my side I can get both in Savannah and Portland.”

And that meant I had to be mine. The next day, downstairs, in the council chamber below, we assembled—Lyra, Damien, Caspian, the Warden, Winifred, and I. The table was glowing with old magic. Faint, but alive. “She’s building up down in the southern ruins of Haleborn,” Elara said when she started. “It is indicated clearly on the map as a Null Zone —no working runes, no land of the living.” “She’ll reactivate it,” Lyra said. “How the Mirrorvale gate ignited…She has the information.”

I looked at the dirt-flecked bunch of grass and let out a disbelieving laugh. "Are you serious?" "Of course," Caleb avowed, his gaze earnest. "I know you've been yearning to hear this. Elena, be my mate. I will cherish you…" Before he could finish, heavy footsteps suddenly thundered from the far end of the corridor. The air instantly thickened with powerful Alpha pheromones, so potent it was almost suffocating. He held a bouquet of cliff roses—blooms said to grow only on sheer, ice-bound cliffs in the harshest regions, each one worth a king's ransom.

I could smell the familiar scent of his cologne—something crisp and expensive that fought with the memory of the island's salt air. ​"You're scrubbing the footage of the terrace," he stated, his voice closer to my ear now. "Why?" ​I finally paused the video. I didn't take off the headphones. I simply pointed to the printed memo he had sent out that morning: Scrub all personal interactions. Focus on Q3 optics. ​I gave him a short, professional nod, and hit Play again. ​Luke’s hand tightened on the chair. I saw his reflection in the dark screen of my secondary monitor—his brow furrowed, his mouth set in a hard line of wounded pride. He wanted a reaction. He wanted the fire from the island or t

I raised my hands to cast the spell quickly before I got soaked and used it to move the plants onto the porch . I ran back to the porch taking off my now soaked clothes before walking back inside .Closing and locking the door I before headed back to my room to change . On my way up I grabbed the phone off the side table and threw it on the bed . As I was drying off I heard the rain now heavily hitting the house with some wild winds . Once I finished I wrapped the towel around me and walked to my bed and opened the packages . I turned the phone and started programming it. When I finish my phone starts to ring all my notifications, email, etc..

instead of biting it swipes Jestino using its claw!! *SHIK!* *bag!* the attack of this zombie is too strong and makes Jestino fly and slam at the wall!! this zombie is not a regular zombie, its attack pattern is different and its attack power was too strong! there is 5 large bloody mark of claw on Jestino's chest area !! "that looks not really good!!!"- Raymart "Raymart( aka Dugong) get Jr! we're going to retreat!!"- Jimboy

It’s nearly 11:00 PM on the night of Day 6. "It doesn't all come back at once," he explains, his voice heavy with the weight of the secret. "Every time this happens, the brain rebuilds itself in stages. You won't fully remember the last seven years until midnight on the seventh day. It’s like your mind has to be sure you can handle the pain of the accidents before it gives you back the joy of the marriage." "Midnight tomorrow," I whisper. "Midnight tomorrow," he repeats. "The reset officially ends. You'll be twenty-five again. You’ll know my name, you’ll know our house, and you’ll remember why we decided to keep fighting."