Reminders Of Him Novels & Stories

Most were new product invitations from brands, and a couple were from my girlfriends eager for last night's gossip. At the bottom was a message from an unknown number. "Elena, I'm sorry about last night. But I won't give up. You'll eventually realize we're fated. — C" I blocked him directly. In the afternoon, after finishing my tasks, I stretched. Just then, the butler knocked: "Lady Luna, we have a visitor." "Who?" "Young Master Caleb and Miss Ivy." I refused without a second thought. Damian was quite jealous last night, and I didn't want to cause any more friction.

His gaze was as deep and unreadable as ever as he softly asked, "Are you happy now?" I thought about it before offering a faint smile and replying confidently, "Yes. Very happy." He frowned and asked again after gathering some hope, "If I give you the antidote again, would you take it?" I shook my head without hesitation. "Even if I get my memories back, I'd still leave you." I'd never make the same mistake twice. He froze and was stunned into silence. Our eyes met and were filled with all things left unsaid. And after several seconds, he finally broke into a soft, resigned smile.

Iris stood at the end, wearing the dress she wore the day my memory was erased. “ Do you remember me now?.” she asked stretching her hand for me, I stepped forward one foot in fire and the other in bloom, I ran to her holding her hand the moment I got to her. Through time, through pain, every door that gave been close in my memory. Faces I had erased, voices I had silence. My father, my mother and my son. And then I noticed a door I had never see before, I opened it and behind the door was Wren, he smiled and said “ still think this is your mind Callum?”

"You’re not seriously mad that I saved you." "I’m not mad you saved me," he muttered. "Then what?" He turned around then, eyes burning. "I’m mad you’re still here!" That knocked the breath out of me. "Excuse me?" "I’m mad that every time I try to forget, you're there! You remind me of him too much and I can't help it or tell why. I just want you gone so that the constant reminder that he's not mine to hold anymore would leave me alone!”

“Someone trained as me. Programmed like me.” She stepped back. “How many of you did they make?” He didn’t answer. Because he didn’t know. His phone buzzed. A new message. UNKNOWN NUMBER: “He has your memories, Adrian. And he remembers what you did better than you ever will.”

No, not just familiar—this was a place he had seen before. As he stood there, the pristine space around him triggered something deep within his mind. Voices, fragments of conversations, and fleeting images began replaying in his head, like a broken record that refused to stop. Klein stumbled slightly, clutching the doorframe for support as the onslaught of memories assaulted him.

I probe recalling that I never called for him " Oh I almost forgot" " I came to remind you of that tomorrow marks the start of your husband's court case against Doctor Eric" He reminds consequently stunning me. ##################

I reminded Logan, watching him as he surveyed the familiar surroundings. “Yeah,” he replied, his voice steady yet distant as he glanced around. “Most of this... I don’t care what happens to it, honestly. Marina and Harry may have taken the money, but these things, they’re just... reminders.” Reminders. He had been using that word a lot lately. It was clear that he just wanted to forget, and I didn’t blame him.

“And your business? All the work you’ve been doing the last few weeks. What about that?” “I don’t know. I can work from anywhere.” I finally forced myself to look at her. The pain and disappointment I saw there hurt me. “Why?” she asked. “I can’t go back there. It’s tainted. Everywhere I look in my house, I see him. I remember the exact spot he stood on the patio. I remember him sitting in one of the chairs by the pool. I remember him sleeping in that bedroom.” “I understand that, but that is part of grief. Those reminders don’t have to be bad things.”

I suspect the person whose voice I recognize and whom I have met several times has a significant role in my past. But that man expects me to recall my past on my own. But how do I go about doing that? I need something to serve as a reminder. Someone needs to remind me. And I'm confident that man can assist me. I have no idea who he is, but I know he can help me remember. But I know I won't be able to see the CEO. I also know that because of his position, he is difficult to reach. The CEO is swamped with work, and even an appointment with me is out of the question.