Remember-who You-are Gif Mga Nobela at Kwento

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

Who are you, really? #

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."

remember your name, who you where, who you are and all will be well, here take my hand and tell me your name ** [ my name... my name...goddess what's my name?] think think think, who am I, who was I? I was a wolf sprite that lived in the woods with my family, I try to imagine their faces, their voices, there names, if I could remember them then I'm sure I'd remember me, think!, think! I hear a voice as a distant memory { Charity! it's time to come inside! it's time to eat dear } that's it! that's my name [ I'm Charity! I'm Charity! my name is Charity! ] I reach out and take her hand, there's a blinding light before everything goes dark.

Comment down below. Don't bother about the sickness, it just popped in my brain, it's not real. See you next time!!! Much ❤❤❤and

Love yourself! END.

Come watch us make a sweet memory. Until next time. Adios

7 Rings - Ariana Grande 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 Gerald : Short, I'm sick. I read the message, and at once, my concentration broke. Gerald is sick. Miss Rara : Where are you? Gerald : School Medical.

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he warned. I gulped down my fear, but my hands still shook reverently and I struggled hard to relax my stiffened frame. The distrustful eyes being planted on me incited memories that I thought I had buried years ago. Memories of a young girl walking aimlessly in the forest, her tiny frame covered in blood from head to toe and being rescued by a young beta. The little girl is adopted by the man and his wife, and she is soon titled princess and all her past life is washed away. If you haven’t realised yet, the young beta was my father and you