Remember Me Novels & Stories

Mary Ann has returned to their house, and she seems okay she can smile now, and her best friend Janella is always visiting her “Bestie, how’s your feeling?” - Janella “I’m okay bestie. I just can’t really remember what happened to me last year, but I’m okay, thank you bestie.”- Mary Ann “Can you remember John Carl bestie?”- Janella I can see that her best friend is trying to check her situation “Who’s that?”- Mary Ann “U-uhm nothing haha he’s just someone I know.”- Janella So, she doesn’t really remember me. I’m still confused if I want her to remember me. She’s really living her normal life.

If you can't, don't speak! The days run according to the rules, nothing is different, every second is still the same; about wounds. Nothing memorable, nothing special. Aiys days are only shrouded in memories. Every place in town this brother tells trail on Daffa. Right at this caffe, four Aiys and brother Daff a release residual fatigue after school. Every time I come home from school, always come here. Do not ever get tired, when breaks are always met at school.

"Oh that's so thoughtful and good of you. Let's hope that she'll be able to find me in her memories." Because if she forget us, there's no way we will ever be free?? She's the key to us, and can only unlock us if she knew the truth. I just hope the "MEMORIES spell which I had created will work in her memory.

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Mia replied, not providing much hope at all. “No! I won't let that happen. I'll...I'll make Adam remember his past, his enter life. I'll make it possible.” Ana spoke with agitation before she rushed into the room, ignoring Kate. She got into the room and found Adam standing next to the window and probably staring at the city's skyline. “You'll have to remember, Adam. You have to. For the sake of our love, for the sake of our baby. I'll try my absolute best to make you want to remember. This is operation memory.” Ana told herself with determination shining brightly in her eyes.

I know there is no return from this. As soon as my memories get wiped, I’m going to start another life.

Mysterious. Forgettable.

"Why is your phone not connecting?" Before I could answer, he continued, "Anyway, I've got the holiday prep all sorted. Anything else you want? I'll have my assistant grab it." His words triggered a memory: the year Mamie died. I'd gone home, but on Christmas Eve, I video-called him to wish him happy holidays. It took ages for him to answer; the screen was dark at first, showing only a fading ember from his cigarette. "Yeah?" he rasped. As the screen adjusted to the light, I saw he was alone on the balcony, surrounded by scattered bottles and cigarette butts. Outside, the world was alive with lights and fireworks, but that joy seemed worlds away from him.

Three years had gone by, and here we were, still at the starting line. I lowered my head, not expecting anything anymore. I knew Eric would go back on his word the moment Tiffany shed a tear. So, they brought me to the pack's Sacred Hall, where the statue of the Moon Goddess stood tall in the center. The flame around the altar pulsed with a cold, piercing light. The elder overseeing the ritual looked grave as he warned me, "The Memory Offering is one of the oldest forbidden rites. It burns your wolf and projects your memories for all to see.

One tall, one shorter. Aftercare protocol attached. I read it twice. Saved it. Then deleted my browser history and tried to forget. The problem is, I drank too much that night. And the next morning, the details were fuzzy. I remembered signing up for something. Something involving strangers. Something I should probably cancel. But when I tried to log back in, I couldn’t remember the password. Couldn’t remember the site name. Just had this vague sense that something was coming. Something I’d asked for.