Reminisce Book Novels & Stories

“Better than that club, at least.” “Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.” I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.” “Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.

… White light flashed, and I returned to the real world. I was back in my old apartment. Everything felt like a long dream. I looked at myself in the mirror. My image felt familiar, yet strange. In that world, I had felt the depths of hate and the thrill of revenge. Everything had settled into a quiet calm. My phone buzzed with a news alert. [Genius pianist Xavier Zane announces a global tour. Tickets sold out instantly!] I froze. Xavier Zane? I clicked on the article and saw a face that I could never forget.

The leather groaned, the book fluttering open as if it were breathing. For the next hour, I practiced the Pensiving technique — a high-level memory extraction I had found in the notes of the original Lumira's soul. I pressed my fingers to my temples, drawing out the silver, misty threads of my day: Aurel's clinical touch, the empty mentor card, the look of utter defeat on Jaxon's face, the chaos of the Refectory.

The only noise came from outside the windows, guards walking the perimeter and issuing orders to those beneath them. I pulled a chair closer to one of the tables near the tall window and opened the book I had just finished reading earlier that morning. I had already read the same page three times, yet I still could not remember a single word of it. My mind kept drifting. Sometimes it drifted to memories I wished would stay buried. Other times it drifted to questions I did not want to answer. And lately, it drifted to Vincent. I closed the book slowly and pressed my fingers against the page. Why was it suddenly hard to think of him the way I always had?

Mara said. "That is why I brought it," Sena said. Reading it across three evenings, Mara found something unlike the first book related to it the way a shadow was related to what cast it. The first book had been generous and warm, a memory of people worth knowing. This one was the darker companion to it, the account of what happened to the person doing the remembering across thirty years of doing it alone.

C H A P T E R 5 : M R F I C T I O N Human memory is a marvelous but fallacious instrument. The memories which lie within us are not carved in stone; not only do they tend to become erased as the years go by, but often they change, or even increase, by incorporating extraneous features. — Primo Levi ~ No matter how hard I tried, I could not find it. The frame is still empty, and the picture is gone. I bring the cup of tea close to my lips and take a sip.

“Who’s that?” I asked as I watched the woman smiled at me before she walked away. There were strange glints in her eyes, telling me she knew me. “Ignore her. Just some crazy woman who roams around the street.” “But she stares at me as if she knows me? Is she also one of those people I couldn’t remember?” Kim gathered me in his arms. I was already shaking. What else were those terrible things that I did in the past? “Stop thinking about it. Give yourself more time. You will restore your memories, eventually. Don’t stress yourself. And I hope you will also remember my place in your heart before.”

my wolf chimes in. “Hm, that’s true,” I admit. I quickly lose track of time as dawn approaches rapidly, unaware of the fleeting minutes passing me by while I fully submerge myself into the vast collection of stored information held within the forgotten book. I can’t help but feel a connection to those I’m reading of; an unexplainable sense of familiarity surrounding them while I study their portraits found alongside each unique memoir, an uncanny resemblance shared between them, Ash and myself.

I knew he was talking about Damien who was still there. I went back to my bed. Minnie was not there anymore. She had gone back to her quarters that very night we were done so as not to rouse suspicion. I sat gently on the bed, pondering all what my mind had gone through this morning. First there was the thought of me having dominion over all wolves, then there was me recalling the events of my childhood were my memory completely blanked out after I caught my father and Aariv in a deep discussion about a book and a framed photo. I laid down on my pillow, closing my eyes and concentrating hard. I tried to relive that moment again but the same thing happened. I listened to the exact conversatio

Description written in the books can’t be compared to the things people can actually see. As Hans walked closer to that book, he noticed that it was enclosed in a container. It was very preserved and it’s very clear that among all the things inside, it’s the most valuable. Hans’s eyes widened in complete surprise when he saw the title of the book, ‘King Dominique’s Memoirs’