Novel & Cerita The Memory Of You Dramione

he added while grinning at me. "You're an animal, Deron! Remember this. Even if you make me drink any kind of drugs I will never be able to love you. And I swear that one day I will be the one to kill you! You will die in my hands without expecting it!" I screamed at him. But Deron didn't seem affected by what I said. Instead, he forces me to open my mouth so I could drink the liquid inside the bottle. "We'll see if what you said will come true," after saying that, Deron with the help of his cousin force me to drink a medicine where I will forget Duncan and only remember Deron as the man I loved.

I searched for the right memory, a moment in Dorian's life that held enough emotional weight to be manipulated without detection. As I focused, my mind became a battlefield of thoughts and intentions, the struggle to find the perfect memory intense yet vital. [Focus, Seraphine,] the inner power urged, its voice resonating within the depths of my mind. [You must navigate his memories like a skilled navigator sailing turbulent seas. Find the thread of that particular moment and delicately weave your influence into it.] I took a deep breath, trying to drown out the chaotic noises of the battle surrounding us. Closing my eyes, I delved into the vast expanse of Dorian's memories. It was like ente

I pause in the memory, trying to get as much information as I can before it is gone. The Omega is standing in a cell at the end of the dungeons with a tray in her hand. I move closer to her so I can easily see her movements. She presses a brick on the wall, and the back of the cell opens slowly. The edges of the memory are beginning to burn. I follow the Omega through a maze of cells in the dungeon. I can hear voices in the distance, and I know she is leading me to Liz. Everything around me begins to get fuzzy. I try to remember all of the twists and turns that the Omega is taking so I can find my way. But the memory is fading. Suddenly, fire erupts all around me, and I am standing in

I decide against calling again. Something tells me it wouldn't work. I take a step forward and in the clear surface of the grouns, I see the ripples it causes. Rupples that grow and spread and begin showing memories. Unclear at first, but I begin to recognize them. There is me and Damien and our recent… activities being shown,. Going backwards, is me in the clearing with Fredja, letting go of the tornado of light. Then there is me, going unconscious and being carried up to my room. Damien and I confessing our feelings. Me coming into the pack mansion. Damien and me and our first conversation. Me arriving at the pack.

His hand shot up, grabbing a handful of my hair, forcing my head to tilt back until my eyes had no choice but to meet his. “You think I’m a fool?” Damon snarled, his grip tightening just enough to make me wince. “You think I don’t remember you from eight years ago? You think you can lie to me?” his words struck me like a slap. “I…” I started, but my voice faltered. “I remember everything about you, Aurora,” he continued, his tone colder now. “Your green eyes, your scent, your blonde hair; I remember it all. And you dare pretend you don’t remember me?” his voice softened, but his gaze didn’t waver.

I grabbed on to the woman, desperate to hold her until I could see her face clearly but it was like trying to grab smoke. I saw my father come in laughing, his face was sharp and clear but there was no body. Then everything went dark. “Wait!” I shouted in my head. “Don’t take it away… we were close. Let me see her!” But Kira herself faltered. The memory broke apart, dissolving into the depths of me where it had come from. My breath came in short, uneven pulls. I opened my eyes, Damon was crouched in front of me, silent. His hand brushed my shoulder, grounding me.

He won't harm me, and as far as the tea goes, it helps me restore my memories. That tea doesn't help you remember. The tea makes you forget your memories. Think about it. You have been drinking that tea for three months now. You only drink the tea when you tell Endymion you think your about to remember something. The tea is mixed with Endymion's blood, so you feel like your drawn to him when you’re not. You have not had tea in a week now. Your true memories are starting to push through. Our mates. You are remembering our mates.

Although it was confusing that her best friend was her boyfriend's ex, she had no option but to believe in the story as she didn't have any memory of her own. Although Thea was diagnosed with permanent amnesia, she could sometimes have some small bits of her memories of the way before she fell into a comma. In those memories, she was a very young girl and next to her, there was a very cute and adorable boy who was like three years older than her. The boy could always protect her when she was being bullied at school, and one day he kissed her on her lips and told her that he had marked her as his wife. Although the younger Thea didn't understand what being someone's wife meant, she was super

I remembered Damien waiting for me that night and I remembered him being furious afterward. Why? Because I never showed up, I closed my eyes and I tried to remember, tried to force my brain to give me something, anything and then suddenly… A flash, music, laughter, a glass of wine, another glass. Someone handed me a drink, a woman’s smile and then darkness. I opened my eyes and my entire body froze, drugged. I was drugged and the realization crashed into me. That was why I could not remember. That was why the night felt broken inside my head.