Remember Me Novels & Stories

I was about to dial her number when I saw her text message, which she sent 30 minutes ago. Mila: “Hey Aria, I went shopping with James; I will be back soon. Love you, bestie.” I sighed, my shoulders relaxing. It seems this party is pretty serious. I slumped onto a plush velvet bench tucked into a quiet alcove. I pulled out my phone, my fingers flying across the screen as I tapped the search engine. I needed answers that no one in this house could give me. Type bar – If you remember someone else's memories twice and you remember your own childhood from day one till now, what does it mean?

Gabriel Davis woke up the next morning with a raging headache and a sour stomach. When he tried to sit up he felt his stomach heave in protest and he had to fight back the ever rising contents of his upset stomach. He has very little recollection of what happened last night. All that he remembers is getting a call from a few of his older buddies from work, and them asking if they could use his basement for a while. When he had inevitably asked them what that wanted to use it for, they had invited him out for a drink to discuss it.

But I was still not in the mood for calls, so I decided to turn my phone off. I woke up the next morning, I didn't know when I slept in. My head was still banging, and I was reminded that my husband was dead. Last night's event kept replaying, I looked beside my nightstand, I took our wedding portrait and looked at the man I married, The one who left me a widow even though he's been gone for a long time his Memories of us were still fresh in my head. Tears filled my eyes, my sight was blurry, I placed the portrait upside down and made my way to the kitchen counter to take some medications for the headache. Knock knock (someone was knocking)

The vehicle comes to a halt at an old cottage downtown the Engativa district, within close proximity of the El Dorado international airport. A couple of hours later she regains consciousness. Ouch! She massages her temple. Hoping her head will stop throbbing. Where am I? Everything is slow and blurry. Staring at the lucid sky through the Aluminum window of her small apartment is the last thing she remembers. The rigid surface she is laying on adds to the weariness. Her eyes open reluctantly, she looks around perplexed, and the surrounding isn't familiar. Heavy breaths elude her. No, no, no. My papa. I can’t be away from him. Her hands and legs spasm.

I tell him while feeling my temper rise at the thought of it. “I know you never would intentionally do anything to hurt anyone but at the same time in situations like these we aren’t the best judge of character when our heads not clear.” He says and he’s right. “Look man, I just want you to be able to ease her into this if she is gonna be here for the long haul. I don’t want you doing something that’s going to scare her away.” He says and with that he turns back to the computer and leaves me to stand there and think. Mac has been my best friend since I can remember. He knows me and he knows how I am especially when it comes to this type of deal. It’s probably for the best that I go home and

this and his body Making the members present gasp and step back. - You have a lot of nerve, to dare to come back after everything you have done in my kingdom, you dare to deceive the vigilance of my secretary and dare to enter my office, in a family meeting, in addition to acting arrogant, I'll give you three minutes to get out of here if beyond three minutes you're still here, I assure you that you'll never see the sun again said Caleb, angrily emphasizing each of his words

Maybe it was because I thought of the woman I was in my past life, the one who blindly threw herself into love. Blind love made women foolish and insecure. By the time I finished breakfast and returned to my room, I noticed I had over a dozen missed calls, most of them from Chris. I didn't bother to call back, deliberately ignoring them. Just as I was about to put my phone down and head to the library, I received an Instagram follow request. "Hi, gorgeous. Do you remember me? I'm Drake, the one who danced with you." I opened the message and saw his profile picture. He had brown curly hair and bright green eyes. He looked youthful and energetic, more like a spo

“I’m not sure. I wish I could remember my real name.” “Give it time.” “You seem so sure of that.” “I am, but until then, we need to discuss what you should do until your memory returns.” “What do you mean?” “Well, we have cleared you for the most part. We can’t find anything wrong with you.” “But I can’t remember anything about myself.” “As we told you before, that’s because you have Retrograde Amnesia. With this condition, your memories can resurface at any time.” “Or never.” “It does you no good to think that way.”

“Don’t you remember me? You forget people easily.” Mable looked at the man in front of him and confirmed that she had no impression of him. She smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember many things. May I ask who you are?” “I’m Howard Morse. How bad is your memory that you don’t even remember me?” “Howard Morse?” Mable was slightly bewildered. She had no memory of him. Howard looked at Mable and frowned when he saw that she did not seem to be pretending. “Mable, did you lose your memory again?”

Sofia Brennan never drinks. But one night she did — and woke up in a hotel room she didn't recognize, with no memory of what happened and a note that read For your time. She walked away. Tried to forget. Weeks later she discovered she was pregnant by a man she couldn't remember. What she didn't know was that the same man was now her boss. Ethan Cole recognized her the moment she walked into his boardroom. He assumed she was pretending not to know him. She genuinely didn't remember. Now they work in the same building. He's calling her his girlfriend. She's hiding a pregnancy. And neither of them knows that the answer to everything has been right in front of them all along. Until now.