Sweetest Memory Novels & Stories

The past of sweet and ugly memories. The past of my sweet memories overshadowed my ugly past and then all of sudden, the sweet memories faded away, giving the ugly past a chance to excel again in my life. The disappearance of my sweet memories is making my ugly past overwhelming, giving it a chance for me to remember again how it once hurt and finding it difficult to heal. My ugly past was painful but the disappearance of my sweet past was worse. It left me broken. But nature was at work. I couldn't hold on to him because it was time to go. Death took him away.

But the next moment, she remembered something. 'I can be all yours.' “Oh my God!“ Penny said and covered her face. “I just want my mom.” Bradley burst out laughing. “And tell her what?” He asked teasingly.

Her sweet moans, the way she clung onto him, the feel of her soft lips, how tight her pussy was around his fingers, and the feel of her warm liquid on his fingers. The memory of all that was what made him sleep well last night. And standing there, staring at her, he could still remember every single detail. Her voice was going straight to his groin, making it pulse under his trousers. He had a meeting with the marketing team to discuss the new products they were about to launch, products that would bring him millions. But he was not looking forward to the meeting or the product launch. The only thing his mind could think about was her pussy. His mind was clouded with thoughts of her as he im

A very memorable night. ***

He knew her temper and once she got angry she could kill him without a second thought. Don't get it wrong Sabrina was sweet but when she got angry the world would suffer. After saying those words he gave her some ice cream to calm her down and it always worked every single time. "you are lucky you know that." "Anyway how is you girlfriend. When can I see her again." Johnny was her partner in crime. every time they were together she felt carefree and relaxed around him. She looked at him and hoped that he could live a happy life. ***FLASHBACK****

“Going once… going twice…” The gavel came down. “Sold.” The room exhaled. Sound returned slowly, conversations picking back up in low tones, people leaning toward each other, already breaking down what they had just seen in their own quiet ways. Beside me, Jane’s voice came in low, almost like she had been there the whole time. “He forgot,” she murmured. I didn’t look at her. “Ryan forgot who his father actually is.” I let out a small breath. “For a moment,” I said. “Yes.”

“Manager gave me a final warning. Said if I’m late one more time, I’m fired.” Susie pulled me into a tight hug. “I’m sorry, babe. That’s so unfair.” She pulled back and gave me a small, teasing smile. “But… at least your favorite person in the world came to see you today, right?” Despite everything, a tiny, warm flutter returned to my chest. I bit my lip and nodded, still touching the necklace around my neck. “Yeah… he did.”

Soon you will become just a name behind a person that I am reminded of. But do you know what, from all these things, I would miss the most? The one thing that I wish that I would never want to forget? That is the sweet smell of jasmine and vanilla. It enchanted me the first day that I met you, and it does until this very day.

From a third point of view, the lust misted glow suits her damn fine. Mike blowing her hair dry while she sits on the couch eating ice-cream She folding his sleeves that are placed on her shoulders limply. They arguing in office about a project. Arm-wrestling. Finally, the one with them buds–heading with a grumpy face. All their best memories together were relived. No new ones were added in the past year, which is also a good thing. They; Robert, Jessica, Mike, Sarah, Santha, and Joseph would prefer to erase this one year away from their memory as well.

I take off my shoes and roll up my pants as I walk down the beach, looking up at the store, cheering the waves breaking on the sand. I calmed down totally, and I know that I can think now. I need to open my mind, and I need to open my heart so that I can see and feel what is going on inside of me. I look up at the stars and think about the woman I love. The only face that shows up in front of me is Belinda's face. When I told my parents that I could not even remember how Sarah Harper looked, I did not lie. I cannot remember her. I do not know how I felt about her when I was younger or why I was in love with her. I do not know. All I can think about is the beautiful face of Belinda Morris. Al