Remember Me Adventure Time Novels & Stories

“I knew it was you, but I ran away. I was still grieving the loss of Amanda, and I couldn’t handling another woman. I couldn’t handle seeing you now after everything.” I stared at him, my mind spinning. “I don’t remember meeting you,” I said, my voice trembling. “I don’t remember any of this. How do you know we were mates?” “My doctor confirmed it,” Adrian said. “He said I’m your anchor. That’s why I remember, even if you don’t.” I took a shaky step back, my heart pounding in my chest. So Adrian was my Anchor? the one person I shouldn't be talking to? what sort of games were the gods playing?

Elara Moonstone My night was not peaceful. There was only one name on my mind. Rowan. I had a dream where he was sinking fast in quicksand and kept screaming for me to help him. I tried to do that but then, I suddenly saw myself as a kid, alongside another young girl whom I could have sworn felt so familiar to me. "What is on your mind?" Maera asked me. She had come this morning for us to talk, but I barely heard anything that she had said.

Aiden's POV Daryl Watkins inserted the straw into his drink, took a couple of sips, and his eyes lit up at once. "Oh my, you actually remembered! You remembered that I said I liked extra mocha sauce in my java chip frappe! You're the best, Bridget!" Bridget Ellison casually replied, "When have I ever forgotten anything you said?" The other people in the room also agreed loudly with her. "Alright, we all know that you remember every single thing about us!"

I could tell just by looking she still hadn't cum. Ashley was sitting next to Kristen on the couch, smiling like the pussy that swallowed the canary. I looked around for Sam. I didn't see him. I don't remember much after that. Pretty sure I passed out on the floor. The last thing I remember thinking was that there was no wayÑno way, no howÑ we were gonna go for a round 2.

I sat on the bed remembering when I was eight again, chasing Austin around his stupid backyard, both of us covered in mud because he said worms were “magic spaghetti.” Or that time he held my hand during our first roller coaster ride because I swore I was going to faint. Or when he used to save the purple lollipops for me because he knew they were my favorite. “Hello?” Maya snapped her fingers in my face. “Are you alive?” I blinked fast. “Huh?” “You spaced out like you were time-traveling.” I shook my head. “It’s nothing.” She stared at me like she had X-ray vision.

Searching for my mind. The room started spinning. Colors bleeding together. Sounds distorting. Reality fracturing. Then I was somewhere else. Somewhere familiar. A memory breaking through the drugs. Through the locks. Through everything keeping it buried. I was ten. In Clara’s kitchen. She was teaching me to bake cookies. Flour everywhere. Laughter fills the space. Simple. Happy. Safe. “Remember this,” memory-Clara said. Looking right at me. Knowing. “Remember who you are. Remember what matters. Don’t let them take this too.”

"Damn it! Shit! Mom was not supposed to find out i was time travelling. Something's wrong. I have to go." "Then go," Killian said. Jeffrey hesitated. "One more thing. Everything you've seen and heard tonight—me coming here, what I've told you—you won't remember any of it." "What?" Annie's eyes widened. "Why not? I'll like to hold on to this memory."

"I remember. I really remember now," said a girl floating in time space. Smiling happily, it was as if the burden within her had vanished with the memory. Kalina recalled, having been drawn into the bluish-white light produced by the necklace her future mother-in-law had just worn. Memories of the past like a dream came swirling back into her mind. Where to meet the real eagle demon named Gavin. Also a tragic love story ending in Gavin's death that disappeared in ruins. Kalina's tears fell, remembering also her parents and her future husband Elard. The memories that seemed to have been lost have now returned.

“I thought if we recreated what happened, maybe something would come back.” Her expression went blank. Then she stared at me. “You recreated my accident?” I nodded slowly. She closed her eyes. “Oh my God.” “I’m sorry.” She opened her eyes again. “Anna.” “Hmm?” “Never.” “What?” “Ever.” She pointed weakly at me. “Try something like this again.” I nodded rapidly. “Okay.” “I’m serious.” “I know.” “I don’t care if I remember my entire life tomorrow.” “Okay.” “I don’t care if I remember you, Dave, Theo, the children, my PR company, my first boyfriend, my last boyfriend, my childhood goldfish—”

21; A forgotten Memory. Rica. But there was one, one piece of memory she reached , a piece memory I didn't remember or even know i had, It was one of me when I was just five, I was in the woods, walking straight ahead with my hand holding a bigger hand. I had a smile on my face because I found someone, he told me he was my mate, my husband and that he would protect me forever. I didn't care that he was a stranger or that he was holder than me, I tightened my hold on his to which he reciprocated.