Reminders Of Him Novels & Stories

He begins to fade. To disappear. Like he was never really there. But before he does “One more thing,” he says. I wait. “Do not underestimate them.” “You already made that mistake once.” That’s a reminder I don’t need but won’t forget. “Next time,” I say quietly, “I won’t.” Silence. He’s gone. Completely. The room feels empty without him. But not quiet. Not really. Now my mind is moving. Fast. Sharp. Focused.

he added. Then he opened his eyes. And said— “I still don’t remember you. But I think I want to.” “But I think I want to.” I didn’t breathe for a few seconds. Just stared at him. At his eyes, so familiar, yet so empty. At the shape of his jaw, the curl of his fingers, and the scar by his left brow. Every detail I knew like a prayer. A promise. And he couldn’t feel a thing. Not yet. “I’ll help you remember,” I said softly.

Like he doesn't even remember anything about me? He raised my chin, staring at me right in the eyes. “You wanna know the only thing I remember about you? You remind me of those bitches who think they can walk up to my face and tell me more than I know about myself. I've met your kind a lot of times, you aren't the first, and definitely won't be the last.” With a deep frown, he ordered. “Take her out of my sight!”

She had to squint to read what was written on the front page. "In the realm of time travel, the past is but a treasure chest of lessons, the future an untamed wilderness of possibilities, and the present the delicate thread that weaves them together. Travel wisely, for in the tapestry of time, our choices shape not only our destiny but the very fabric of existence." The quotes gave Thalia chills. She flipped to the second page where something was also written. "Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world."

I remember those interactions of us like old Indian television drama where both the protagonist hates each other at the beginning of the scene, but till the end of the drama, they gradually generate feeling for each other. Sometimes I feel or could conclude that the memories I lost are about my love for Mr. Hemsworth and our family and sometimes about some tragic event that happened to me in the past related to Mr. Hemsworth, but indeed it's not a TV drama, my life thou. To me, I'm lost, I want to meet Louis and want to know about my lost memories, but there is nothing I can do about it. when I was working under Mr. Hemsworth, he used to despise me for being clumsy and late for work, so how

Paul’s Cathedral, but the more I spoke of their looks and manner of speaking, the more aware he was that I was telling the truth. He was silently trying to figure out what family they belonged to, but I had stumped him. He knew of Rakesh and his sister, but that was it. Even I didn’t know who or what they were when I first ran into them, but after I had fully awakened, the memories had flooded back. Rem had no such luck in gaining any memories from the spirit that had been reborn inside of him.

“They’re ugly to me. Ugly reminders of ‘the Before Time.’ I’m scared…” He admitted this last confession so softly that if she hadn’t been able to read lips she’d have not known he’d spoken at all. “Of what, sweet boy?” He took a hitching breath, wrapping his arms around hers which circled his torso. “I’m scared that I’ll never see anything else but the remains of what they did. I don’t want to remember them every time I see myself. Because I do. I remember every scar.” He traced a particularly large one just under his rib cage on his right side.

I’m just standing there like a statue. “When I wake up again, I will still find you. I promise, no matter what happens, I will remember you. Please remember me too.” He suddenly disappeared after speaking. His voice isn’t that familiar since it’s kinda distorted. It’s not quite loud but I know what he is saying.

"I? She?" She nodded. “You must be wrong. And now you will excuse me, I still have work to do! ”With that he turned on his heel and walked down the long hallway into the living room. Alissa stood in the front door as if moved by the thunder and looked after him puzzled. Had he just left her here now? Again she grabbed the anger and so she ran after him. "Hey, what are you thinking of?" Alissa stepped into the sun-drenched living room and blinked. This guy could hardly be a tensioner. He didn't have to. He looked like a model, with jet black hair and almost as dark eyes. His chin was prominent, as were his cheeks, which had a slight shadow of a beard on them. He was wearing dark jeans and a w

It's been five years since I fell ill with depression, and I'm finally myself again. I can talk, laugh freely, and I actually have an appetite. The icing on the cake is that my husband, Ian Beaumont, and I are expecting our second child. At our New Year's Eve family gathering, Ian's godsister, Gemma Waverly, gets tipsy and starts making a scene. "I think it was about five years ago. I was dumped, and I took the car out for a little joyride while the surveillance cameras were under maintenance. "Guess what? The moment I stepped on the gas, a cat abruptly flew out of nowhere and slammed right into my hood. It yowled and bolted off." A faint, disdainful smile plays on her lips. "That damn