Remember Me Novels & Stories

“I wonder if your mother would’ve changed her mind and named you something else if she would’ve known your name didn’t quite match your personality.” “It’s not my personality,” Memory corrected. “I just get... distracted. I can remember important things. Like people’s birthdays. And favorite colors. And recipes for snickerdoodle cookies—even if I don’t remember to take them out before they burn.” “Now that I’m glad you can remember,” Bryce agreed. “Well, I should get to work.” “What’s that?” Memory asked, noticing a flyer in his hand. The red and green trim looked similar to the one she’d seen blowing down the street earlier.

The more I try to remember, the more I forget,and the aches in my head got even worse every time I try. I could overhear Aiden telling the doctor, I can't remember anything, I wasn't much interested in their conversation, it was obvious I lost my memory,I don't even know who I am. "What is his name Aiden?" I asked. "He doesn't have a name yet,we wanted you to give him one" he said, walking towards me as the doctor and nurse took their leave. "He is so handsome," I said. "What about me mama?" Raymond asked. "Oh Ray,you are also handsome" I chuckled.

STARLIA I wake up alone, with no sight of Mr Moretti and a note where he should be sleeping if my memory from last night serves me right. With a yawn, I take the note and examine it; 'Breakfast is on the table, I'll be back soon.' It reads, signed Adrian.

Leaning downwards, I open the shelf by the side and took out a tiny box within it. Since it's a special type of box with a fingerprint sensor limited to just me, I easily opened it and retrieved a sealed envelope inside. My fingers caressed the sealed pink envelope as my eyes drifted longingly into space. It's been sixteen years now Charming. I miss you so much... Would I ever get to see you again?

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

And closed it with a sigh. “Did you not want to read anything?” Tristan asked me puzzled. I smiled at him, feeling my lip crack a little as I did “I did.” I saw the confusion on his face and giggled “I have a photographic memory. I can recall information at any time just by looking at it. Kind of like pulling out a photograph to look at whenever you want to. I retain facts and conversations and recall them easily.” His mouth formed an ‘O’ as he processed the information.

2. You are a memory that I will always remember for the rest of my life. Everything about you, will always be remembered. Even my heart, it will still be yours. ~ May i go? - Hansaehi Starting from a piece of sushi, becoming a glue for two people who are romantically drunk ~a lover Ahh ... it turns out that remembering those memories requires a lot of energy Tiring tiring tring ..!

“It’s called Meditation Memory Recall.” “Will that help me remember?” “It might. Basically, you’ll have to meditate and try to remember anything from your parents … their faces, voices, anything. Then you focus on an unforgettable scene with them. Let it play in your mind … it will slowly expand. You see, the memories in our heads are always linked to each other. If you unlock a memory, then you can slowly unlock the others, one at a time.”

It was difficult to know who was genuine and who wasn’t in a herd of people who were all self fish and favor seeking. I released a deep breath, closing the tab to focus on work. But just then, a morbidly familiar name caught my attention. “Remi Martin?” The name sounded strangely familiar, yet even as I racked my brain I couldn’t seem to remember anything about him. I clicked on his mail, and my brow lifted involuntarily. “Urgent, let’s meet.” “What’s this?” I muttered to myself, frowning at the vagueness of the message. “I’m not just busy,” I muttered inaudibly, “I’m very person,” I muttered inaudibly as I typed furiously at the keyboard.

I lean back on the bed frame, pulling the soft clean blanket over my chest as my body begins to tremble from the cold. “Here,” Remi passed me some pills with a glass of water, “It’s for your metabolism, it will help you heal faster.” I take the pills and swallow them quietly as I shut my eyes. I wish I can recover my memories already. I could not control the tears that rolled to the side of my face. “Omega, are you crying?” “Can you leave me already, Remi?” I beg her, sniffling softly as I just wish to be left alone.