Reminisce Book Novels & Stories

Tabitha looked disgusted, “to burn it, silly girl. That book shouldn’t exist. If you don’t believe me, you can watch me burn it.” “I will. But I don’t even know where this Helena is or how to kill her. I don’t even know why this all happened to me and why and if it made me kill people. I need your help to remember more, Tabitha. You need to do that weird thing where you go inside my head again.”

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

It was bound with beautiful teal leather that caught my eye. I took it from his stretched hand. He took his seat once again and I looked at it. The book had a faint musty scent and surprisingly, it felt light as a feather in my hands. I fingered the gold letterings delicately, a part of me scared that I might disarrange them. It read Lost Memories. I couldn't take my eyes away from it. It felt like it called to me. I turned the cover over and it revealed an almost blank page. I almost did not notice the small writing at the very edge of the page.

"Can you imagine! The surprise in the narrative was so incredible, and the way in which you removed the plot armor from the woman who believed she was the female protagonist was just so good!! It's not that Esme didn't appreciate the book; it's just that once Emma started talking about it, she couldn't stop, and all Esme could do was listen to someone else go on and on about it. When do you plan on releasing the new season two content for the other book? You know, the one called Reborn Queen?" "Reborn Queen?." Esme inquired with astonishment. If Emma is thinking that she has authored a book with the title "Reborn Queen," she must be mistaken. "Are you trying to tell me that you have complete

I mutter, looking at my foot, which was hit by some sort of book. I lift my foot and give it a light massage with my hands before picking up the book. As I read its title, "FAREWELL TO HUMANITY," I remember the events: mountain, rock, handsome man, fainting, handsome man, book, handsome man... Yeah, lots of events. I'm not doing well; I barely left home and I've already gotten myself into trouble, cursed mountain. Still lost in recent events, I run my finger over the couple on the book's cover, and for some reason, Deniel's image comes to mind, causing a small (very small) smile to form on my lips. He's so handsome and masculine.

Images from the past, reminiscences from when they first met, flashbacks from the times they had spent together, and lastly images from yesterday when he raped her. Shivers ran down her spine as she remembered last night. She could still feel his lips leaving hungry kisses down her body, still feel his hands groping her breasts and touching her thighs, touching her down there, she could still hear his lustful growls. Emma closed her eyes and cried. She could still feel his touch on her body. 'You're easy to read.' More tears rolled down her cheek as she recalled his words. He had always read her exceptionally well then what happened last night?

How didn't she see it before? She examined it. Its worn leather cover showed the test of time, revealing faint traces of intricate inscriptions that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly glow. For some reason, Thalia's heartbeat sped up in excitement. She traced the inscriptions on the book with her fingers. They were etched in silver and gold, and they formed a mesmerizing tapestry of arcane symbols.

But I could not be selfish again in this life. After that, Caspian did not come to see me. Instead, things began appearing at my door from time to time. They were items I once loved. Sometimes, it was pastries I used to favor back at the manor. Sometimes, it was little trinkets he had crafted for me when I was young, the ones I had pestered him endlessly to make. I never imagined he remembered all of it. - That day, I escorted my students to the docks as they left for Aurelion to take the examinations. As we reached the city gate by the river, a sudden uproar broke out.

I move toward the bookshelves lining the walls, my eyes scanning the titles. My body moves like it remembers. Like it's been here before. And then I see it. The same book. 'Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair.' Tucked between a biography and a legal thriller, like it doesn't belong but he kept it anyway. Funny how I knew where to look. Like my body remembers even though my memories are still scrambled. I pull it off the shelf slowly, carefully. I open it. And there, pressed between the middle pages, is a dried rose petal.

"Then the deal renegotiated exactly as you predicted and I stopped thinking you were wrong." I looked at the fermentation book. "You remembered a specific sentence I said about a business deal two years ago," I said. "I remember most things you say," he said. Without weight. Without performance. Just as a fact being stated. "I always have." The aisle was quiet around us. The bookstore doing its Saturday morning thing in all the other sections. I held the fermentation book. "Marcus," I said. "I know," he said. "Do you?" I said. He looked at the shelf.