The Memory Keeper's Daughter Novels & Stories

“I am the Secret Keeper.” He paused, recalling the bag by the door. “Of course, you are,” he stroked his fingers through her hair playfully. It began to make sense. With Morgana’s telepathic ability she would consider herself the keeper of the town’s secrets, and the reference to Patrick Carter in The Secret Keeper’s bulletin was that of a daughter trying to discover what had become of her father. Even the protectiveness of the silly puppies watching over the house fell into place, if they knew or suspected what she could do…

All of her hard work was crushed in the hands of traitors. 'What an unnecessary struggle you had made Linda... And now, how could you send your daughter to me!?' He huff... " You were my mother's guardian?" [ Yes I am...but honestly saying...I didn't do much...just staying by her side and carrying her 'specimens'... And not expecting for her to programs all my memories again and leaves a little bit of recollection of times with her...] Ava smiles, adorning the short story which only makes the tiny Chinese doll shivered in disgust at her bumpy face...

Then I thought, how can a man as evil and cruel as Mr President give birth to a beautiful angel like this girl? Oh my! Such beauty! “ This is my daughter, Sandra. She will be starting with us in SS2 class and I would like you guys to make her feel welcome, especially her classmates. Will you do that? " We all chorused “ YES SIR! " Except me, my eyes were just fixed on his daughter's rare beauty... The Morning Assembly came to an end and we all went to our various classes. “ Chris, how far? Are you sure you can still have your pay back on that girl? She is really pretty." Ayo said as he came to meet me.

"I’m not quite sure how to explain this, but Claire has a distinct scent that I cannot quite grasp. I’ve tried to dismiss it but lately, it's become overwhelming. The worst part I can hardly stand to be in the same room as my daughter; that scent drives me insane." "What do you mean by a different smell?" Gamma David inquired, his voice low and cautious. "It's as if she has a mate's scent but that can't be possible... she’s my daughter." I responded, equally perplexed. Gamma David pondered his jaw clenched while Beta Jayden stared into space lost in thought. "Come on guys, I need your help here." Desperation and anxiety seeped into my voice. "Right now, we can’t find answers until she turns

The woman smiled. "You remember." "Who are you?" "I am the Keeper." Aria approached. "Why are you here?" "Because you have come." "Why?" "Because the First Memory is waking." Aria touched her chest. "You mean me?" The Keeper nodded. "You carry it." "What is the First Memory?" "The memory of the Void before it became the Void." Aria frowned. "That doesn't make sense." "It will." The Keeper raised her hand. The mirrors changed. Aria saw a vast ocean of light.

My mother glares at him, and he keeps on laughing, “Excuse me for searching for a month to find my mate! Excuse me for wanting her! When you stole her away from everyone who loves her! She has no memory of me because of You!” she glares at him. “She is not your mate Callan! She is a normal girl! Not one of you!” she says coldly. “Just like you were not my father's Mate!” he responds with fury. I have no idea about what they are talking. “I am honestly amazed she still remembers David!” I stared at him in horror! Did he have to bring up David? My mother is looking at me with a curious look. I am sure that I look pale white. I never mentioned David to her.”

Before I could say anything our not so quiet daughter burst into the room with a squeal of excitement. "Oh my god mum is that Claire that I just saw with the guards heading to the bunkers?" "What makes you think it's Claire? It could be anyone." She gave me a deadpan look before rolling her eyes. "The pack talks and plus I know every face and name in this pack by memory and hers is the only one I haven't seen before." "Fair point," I said with a shrug. I stared at my daughter as she stared at me with her arms crossed. "Well..."

When I turned around to look where she had gone, I found her bowing at the waist. "Where you go, we will follow. We are yours to command and send to our deaths. The Valkyrie was created in your name and will die with that honor," Sonja stood and I saw the determination within her face. Her eyes hard and her lips thin. "There is no one we wish to obey more than the Killer Queen and her daughter, the heir and coming Witch Queen."

"A Hunter," "No, she's not. She's all demon and mortal; a malformation, an outcast. She has nothing of the Trio Angels in her." The woman stated simply. "She holds so much power in her, much more than she is able to harness. We haven't seen the likes of her in...centuries. She's a danger to the world of Hunters and the mortal realm at large, more reason why she has to be annhilated immediately. But the Caucus is going to accept her, I know because I'm a member of the Caucus, and because she's friends with Robert Ravenwood's children. Robert Ravenwood's the Head of the Caucus." Aosoth grinned, revealing unnaturally white fangs. "My daughter is a Hunter, either way—"

“She wasn’t a weapon. She was a mirror. And all you saw in her was your own reflection, twisted, desperate, afraid.” I crouched down in front of him. “And you’ll rot knowing she passed everything that mattered to me. Not to you. Not to your labs or your machines. To me.” His lips curled into something like disgust. And I turned and walked away. Later that day, Logan handed me a memory drive. “Encrypted footage,” he said. “Buried in the lower partitions of Donga’s primary server. Took me forever to crack. Thought you’d want to see.”