Sweetest Memory Novels & Stories

“Think of it like the one happy memory she’d love to go back to, whenever she’s overwhelmed. The one memory from which she derives love, but also peace.” “Oh,” mom’s voice was laced with a touch of sadness. “And she’s found it?” “Not yet.” “Don’t go looking for an older memory, sweetheart,” mom advised me in her ever sweet tone of voice. “How about the memory of your first shift? With your mate carrying you outside like his most prized possession, your father proud and as doting as ever, me on cloud nine, and the pack howling in unison…” I did as I was told, realizing that that had to be one of the most blissful moments of my life indeed – back when I was still carefree.

makes my heart sing and shall never be forgotten. But it is the distant memories that burn the brightest for me. When I was so young and so sweet and so very innocent, and we would spend cold winter nights alone in front of the fire. Our extra-long cuddling and kissing sessions, while dad was away always neglectful of your needs, while snuggling under a blanket on a dark and stormy night is a memory that is so distant yet so painfully bright that I could never hope to forget it.

I guess I am getting it, in a weird way. Those memories however were tainted. On the surface they sounded sweet and pure. Which on the surface they were. But every one of those sweet memories was tainted, by reality and one bad memory. I could taste blood, as a bite at my mouth. Trying everything to redirect some of the pain. As tears welled in my eyes. All my innocent childhood memories were surrounded by one other person. Kirstyn, I always called her Kirsty. A name only I was allowed to call her. She was my best friend. We did everything together. Every day, we would sneak into the forest to make fairy food and tell each other magical stories. We shared in the magic, that was childhood inn

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

The sweet and light sensation of living eternity in that moment. My most beautiful and awaited devotion.

I had finally let go of the poison that tried to destroy me, and in its place, I found something beautiful. Sabrina. My wife. My forever.

Leaning in close, she whispered, "If you pay another 2,000 dollars, my best friend and I will make sure you have an unforgettable night." For some reason, the photo I'd seen on social media of her and Yvonne appeared in my mind. They were smiling happily in the picture, their tight dance outfits outlining their perfect figures. These young women were barely old enough to join the adult world, yet here they were, trapped in the muddy quicksand of adulthood. I pushed Hermione off again and asked, "Is your best friend as pretty as you?" Thinking that I was interested, Hermione gave me a flirty look and took out her phone from her pocket. "Eager, aren't you? Aren't I enough for you?"

A construction. 🌙 The First Glitch Suddenly— A memory appeared inside his mind. 🌙 His seventh birthday. A chocolate cake. His mother smiling. Ayesha laughing. Candles glowing. 🎂 A normal memory. A happy memory. ❤️ Then something strange happened. The memory paused. Like a broken video. 📼 The people stopped moving. The flames froze. The smiles disappeared. 💀 And for one horrifying second… Every person in the memory turned toward him.

They kissed, hands roaming each other's bodies, as Jake pleasured them both. Then, standing, Jake against the wall, Samantha bent over sucking him, Elena behind her with the strap-on. Finally, exhausted, they returned to bed. Samantha's body ached pleasantly, cum leaking from her, tastes lingering on her tongue. She'd never cum that hard, and this memory would fuel her for years.