Reminders Of Him Novels & Stories

“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.”

The cadence of his voice stirred echoes of shared laughter and whispered promises, like a forgotten melody from a distant time. God, why it happen to me? I remember each and everything about my past. I didn't have any memory loss but still, many things stir those emotions in me that I never thought existed in me. It is overwhelming and fascinating, like finding hidden treasures within myself. "Your smile heals, like sunshine in rain. With you, there is nothing to gain." He paused and smiled for a second. "Now, do you remember?" He asked and I nodded for his sake. "I knew it; you can never forget me."

And my body was still reaching for him like he was oxygen. Like it hadn’t gotten the memo. Like it never would.

I sat down in my study and opened my laptop. I had forbidden my family members from entering my study, including my mother and my wife. That room holds the memories of Meadow, and I wouldn’t want anyone to tamper with them—especially Annabel. I know how vicious and wicked she can be. Each time I felt lonely and started missing Meadow, I would enter the room, lock the door tightly, and then bring out the sex video of Meadow and me, and start masturbating. I missed her body a lot. And before she arrived for dinner this evening, I needed to masturbate to keep myself calm.

"How do you know?" "Because you are still here. Because you are still fighting. Because you are still you." I looked at him and his winter thunder eyes were steady. "What if I forget who I am?" I asked. "Then I will remind you." "How?" "I will tell you about the road and the crash and the snow. I will tell you about the locker room and the mate bond and the way your hand felt in mine. I will tell you about the greenhouse and the frost and the way you let me hold you."

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.

“I know that we have to live together and pretend that we get along for my family’s sake, but when it is just us, you don’t have to be so damn friendly.” Shut up, Remi. I hiss inwardly. You’re going to say something stupid that he can hold against you. Just shut the hell up and go to your room where you’re safe! But I can’t. Not when he is this close to me and memories of his death return to me, making me want to be a little nice because his days are limited and the way he is going to go out isn’t going to be pleasant. Wait… Why did that even matter to me? I had seen so many different fates. I should be immune by this point and just let it be, and yet…

“He is all I have.” “Don’t lose hope, he is one of our priority patients. Please go home and rest, you have been here the whole day.” “He needs me here..I haven’t seen him in almost three years, and now this..” “I understand, but if something comes up, you will be the first to hear about it, okay.” Dr Kenny says with a bitter sweet smile. ************************************************* Rose ambles into the small apartment she is renting out with heavy steps. She casts her body on the bed, lying on her stomach. Tonight, the smell of fabric conditioner does not soothe her tense body.

The encounter they have just had, with him rooted to his spot and her gazing silently at him, serves as a stark reminder of this inescapable reality. In that brief exchange of gazes, a wave of regret washes over the figure, piercing his heart with its weight. His heartbeat quickens, thumping loudly in his chest, as the gravity of the moment becomes increasingly difficult to bear. Flashbacks of painful memories flood his mind, unwelcome reminders of moments he wishes had never transpired.

I chuckled lightly and humorlessly, "Because you did not want me to know you were only using me?" "Stop saying that," he said with deadly calmness. "Or that you were thinking of her every damn day, while you led the world on to believe she was long gone in your heart?" "Stop!" "Or no wait, were you trying to hide the fact that she is your very life?" "I said fucking stop it!" he roared, making me jerk up in fear, "stop reminding me of her." "Well, I don't think my reminder is needed, seeing you have a whole museum of memories to help you out," I laughed, and that only triggered more tears to flow endlessly.