Sweetest Memory Novels & Stories

She went quiet. "I remember it." "What do you remember?" Her eyes moved away from mine. "Nothing specific." "Ava." "Dahlia, why are you asking?" I smiled. "No reason." She stared at me for another second. Then left. The moment the door closed, my smile disappeared. Ava remembered something. I knew it. She just didn't know that she remembered. Memory was strange. Sometimes, the mind buried things so deeply that people convinced themselves they were gone. But nothing was ever really gone.

"You are the most gorgeous pregnant woman Mrs. Samaniego and I love you so much!" I couldn't be happier. He had me and he was mine for life. Our obsession for each other gave fire to our relationship. We always thought about each other all the time. I was is confident that I didn't need to seduce him but I wanted to. It gave me a kind of high knowing that Trevor always found me beautiful and desirable though I felt ugly now that I was pregnant again. I rejected him and he gave me a sweet revenge which led us to this sweet and blissful life. Our ugly past ended into a happy ever after.

Where she had lost her heart. Coming here was the worst sort of torture mingled with the sweetest of memories. They had been connected then, and even though she hadn’t been able to name the things he’d made her feel, it was where she’d fallen in love with him. Maxim opened the door and took her into the sun-bathed room. There was no question of what he had wanted her to see. It was there, in the middle of the room, lit up by the incandescent natural light.

His voice, soft and soothing, washed over me like a gentle breeze, calming the storms within. I remembered how he'd doodle in the dirt, creating intricate patterns that only he could possibly understand. The memory flooded my senses like a sudden rush of warmth, enveloping me in its tender embrace as though it had been waiting patiently in the wings, eager to be relived once more. It was a memory etched in the deepest recesses of my mind, a precious gemstone nestled amidst the rubble of forgotten days, waiting to be unearthed by the gentle touch of remembrance.

It was truly beautiful as memories drifted over me like a tide I couldn’t hold back. “I begged her to go to the doctor. Every day, I asked her,” I finally got over my lips after I managed to take a steadying breath. “But she always shrugged me off, said it was nothing to worry about.” My memories took me back to the happiest time in my life. When I would walk into the kitchen filled with the sweetest scent of baked goods. Her laughter, soft and rich, had once been the melody of my life. I could still hear it if I tried hard enough. She’d been my rock, my everything. And I’d watched her slip through my fingers, helpless to stop it...

The familiar taste triggered a fond memory from the past, a memory she hadn't revisited in years. "It seems like I remember this cake," Irene muttered as she recalled the familiar taste of the cake on her palate. Irene savored the delicious chocolate cake, a sudden rush of memories flooded her mind. She remembered a similar cake, rich and decadent, that Adam had brought to her when she was bedridden with a fever. It was a sweet gesture that had touched her deeply, especially during a time when their interactions had been nothing short of professional. The vivid recollection left her momentarily stunned, her heart racing as she contemplated the significance of this seemingly simple dessert.

But instead, I see his father. I try to open my eyes, to fight the memories, but I can’t. I’m pulled under. Flashes of Rhett flood my mind: his smile, his laugh, his voice, the way he used to look at me. Our moments together. This pendant didn’t just show me beauty—it showed me truth. The best memory of my life is Rhett. He’s the one person I can never forget. “Lucy?” Mag catches me before I fall, his voice tight with worry. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“We’re here for us.” His lips curled in a slight smile as he looked at me. “Come here…” he cupped my face. “Because I know we have no future. I’m making this beautiful memory. At least I can keep these memories forever to myself.” “It’s the beautiful memories that hurt the most,” I said with an empty laugh. ********

I really miss him calling me sunshine. Why do I still remember you, Levi? When you already forget me. I erased your memory but forgot to erase mine. I did not erase my memory intentionally. It's just I don't want to forget you. I don't want to forget the joy of love. I want to remember you. Remember what you look like. No matter if it's been a thousand or ten thousand years. Whether you still remember me or not. I'll remember you always. You are my beautiful mistake. That I never want it to fade from my mind and heart. I want to keep you safe in my heart's secret locker. So that I can cherish you all my life. I can't be with you. But I can keep you, your beautiful smile, and all the beautifu

Only consumption. Let him in. The thought is horrifying. Suicidal. Necessary. I don’t fight the breach. I open the door. Not to the prison. To the memory . The deepest vault. Not of pain. Of before . Sunlight through oak leaves. His laugh. Rough hands gentle on my skin. The smell of earth and him. Love. I wrap the psychic invitation in it. Like poisonous honey. Remember? Remember us?