The Memory Keeper's Daughter Novels & Stories

I want you to be one of the keepers that can help cast the spell. "Me?" How am I suppose to help? "You are a keeper to the realm of memories, aren't you? All memories are stored in the realm of memories which you have access to," he explained and I nodded my head to confirm. "You will be able to keep all the memories of everyone before we turn back time. That means you will be able to change the timeline and you will be one step ahead of my father," he planned and I stopped him right there.

he gave the bag to Yin Yue. "As for these..."he took the little parcel in his hand. "These are the things which can prove our miss' identity as General Jiang's daughter "he said handing over the little parcel to Yin Yue. Inside it,there were the jade ID tags of General Jiang Lin ,Lady Jiang Lin and Yin Yue.She touched them with a heavy heart.In the moment she decided to avenge her parents ,Yin Yue decided to never cry again.Therefore she didn't let her tears out at the moment.

The past month was her fattening the cow for slaughter. I had a deep yearning to run back to Sir, but it was too late. *************************************************************************************************************** Thank you for reading Her mother's daughter, Sarah's journey continues, and I hope you continue reading her story. Please drop your reviews it means a lot to me. God bless you all.

the guard replied in a robotic tone, driving me even crazier. What he meant was he couldn't open it. Our lives depended on that room and the person inside, as well as his own job and this entire club. Alpha wouldn't let this place see the morning again if anything happened to his precious daughter, who was now part of this mess even without her memories. I had my doubts about her memory loss. She might not remember her past, but she couldn't forget her instincts and nature as an Alpha's daughter. She never took precautions, always causing anxiety for all of us, and my involvement in everything was undeniable.

My eyes opened to the sight of my eight-year-old daughter Aaliyah standing in front of me with her big bright brown eyes. As soon as I woke up I knew I didn’t avoid getting a killer hangover. Not only that but I was pretty sure I was still a bit drunk. No doubt I went… a little overboard at my friend’s party last night and I couldn’t remember much of how it ended. I got an idea as my eyes slowly shifted from my daughter to the other side of my bed. Strategically I pulled one of the blankets over the head of my one-night stand.

Noel fights the urge to roll her eyes and hangs her head instead, wondering how her dad deals with people like this every day during work. “No, we’re saying he isn’t the one who did it, and my daughter here is the proof. She and I were both there that night, and my daughter is the one who was initially locked in that shed. Someone else set fire to it, and Harken is the one who called you guys. Do you understand now?” her dad says, raising his voice and tone, signalling his anger is reaching a peak.

I could feel their presence. I closed my eyes and talked to myself. ‘Cassiopea, when you see this, do your best to take back your memory and remember what they took from us.’ I mumbled as images and chants floated in my head—leaving a clear instruction for my daughter to see. Hoping she would be able to restore the part of her brain that I took. All I needed to do was secure my memory in the Orebrus. “You killed your own son…” Her cold voice made my eyes snap open.

And her eyes— Milky. Clouded. Blind. Yet I felt them searching inside me, peeling me open. “I was her Keeper,” she said softly. “Her most trusted seer. The one who watched over her when the realm could not.” My throat tightened painfully. “Then you must know… what happened. When she died?” The Keeper bowed her head. “When Belle foresaw her death, she hid her grimoire. Even from me. Even from the Council. She scattered clues across the realm so that only her daughter — only you — could retrieve it.”

It made betraying her easier. But I had learned long ago that the most dangerous people were never loud. Silence was refinement. Stillness was calculation. I’d heard of Vittoria long before Stefano drove through my gates. Whispers in meetings. Mentions in intercepted conversations. The Don’s daughter who watched and never spoke. The girl who stood beside her father not as decoration, but as presence. Women raised in violence did not grow up fragile. They grew up precise. If she truly had been kept untouched, it was not purity, it was control. Christian Guerra had protected something valuable. Or volatile.

The pain of almost existing. The pain of being forgotten before birth. The little girl looked directly at Nova. And smiled. Not maliciously. Hopefully. "Choose us." The stories around Nova trembled. The Last Tree brightened. The future shifted. Because for the first time, the decision belonged to her. Not the Seven. Not the First Memory. Not Abaddon. Not the Void. Her. The daughter of memory. The keeper of stories yet to come. Every eye in existence turned toward Nova. Waiting.