The Memories Of The Past Novels & Stories

Mark said pretty much excited and before I could say no, he was out of sight, "Hmm" I sighed softly,I miss her, I missed her so much. If wishes were horses, if only wishes were horses. Hey guysssss!!! Chapter 18 is out! Yes.. I know it took me weeks to update but remember something, I did anyways lol😝😝 I sincerely apologise for the late update,I hope you keep believing in my writing,"Memories" is an amazing story, I hope you stay put in this journey of memories. Thanks y'all for the support and encouragement, thanks so much. Thanks for taking out your to read this story, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Enjoy 😎😎

I said and I could hear the shifting of legs and chairs. It was as if they were ready for me to fail. "This is a little draft of what memories entail." I pointed to the screen. "People tend to forget that change is constant. Sometimes it might be when we never expected and most times, it what we've been through." I paused and looked at Giovanni's face. His hand was placed on his chin and he was listening and staring at me with rapt attention. "I choose memories for the project because no matter how hard we try to forget that awful past, it always stays here." I touched my head indicating where my brain was. "In our memories."

"The memories in my past life ..." "1" ...

Valen held her hand and said nothing. I took a sip of my coffee, the rich, bitter liquid a welcome jolt to my system. "I wish I could remember them." "You will," Valen said, his tone firm. "In here." He tapped a finger against his chest, right over his heart. "The memories are still there, Katy. They're just waiting for the right trigger." I wanted to believe him, I really did. But the past was a fog, a dense, impenetrable mist that showed no signs of lifting.

“Based on your records, there has been no progress in the past four years since your accident; in fact, it seems to be worsening.” “Then... What do you think is the problem?” “As I’ve said, it all comes down to the past experiences.” I bit my lower lip, feeling the sting of frustration as I tried to wrap my head around it. “You let go of the memories that caused you immense pain. Sooner or later, you will completely forget your current life and will go back to the experiences that made you happy from the past and it includes...” “Includes what?” I asked impatiently. “It includes the people from your past.”

"Could you tell me more? I heard you say something about not going back there. What were you on about?" Goddammit! I swallowed hard as memories flew through my brain like whiplash. Memories I'd tried so hard to repress. To forget. They were returning to me like sharp edges poking through every fiber of my existence. All the remnants of my dark past lodged within my subconscious, patiently waiting for a chance to haunt me again. The memories hurt. They affected and scared the hell out of me, and I hated remembering. I despised reliving those horrible, bloody moments.

Victor Jaleco sounded extremely stubborn. “That doesn’t prove, doesn’t tell us, doesn’t show us that their lost past memories will vanish forever. We don’t know exactly, don’t know precisely, don’t know for sure when those lost past memories will come back again. What if someday when you’ve been together with Eriwan for quite a couple of moments and then he remembers again about his love, adoration and feeling to his younger brother in the past?” quipped Paul Jayden also in his slightly upset fashion.

The peaceful morning… The soothing rain… The calm I had felt— It was no longer untouched. Because memories have a way of weaving themselves into the present. And some memories— Refuse to stay in the past. comment your opinion send lots of gems if you are loving the story.

Those were the moments he saw at the time he kept on thinking about making it count. Now, it’s too late. He’s stuck with nothing but the thought of Alora and the lost past they have. It has to be preserved. But he can continue fighting tomorrow. As of now, he should stay at the thought of being able to access those memories before they fade. The thing about the past is that it’s always ready to attack you with memories, whether you’re ready or not. And that’s not a nice experience. Usually, it keeps you up at night, depriving you of sleep. Asher hasn’t felt that for a long time, but now, it’s about to change. It’s about to get real.

She tried to steady her breath, but the vivid memories of that awful day from her past overpowered the present. She was transported back to a time when the fabric of her reality unraveled. The details of the past incident blurred with the present, each moment entangled with the other. The emotional weight of that traumatic event, the sense of powerlessness, and the irrevocable change it had wrought upon her life surged to the forefront.