The Memory Vault Novels & Stories

Ava's POV I stood in front of the inconspicuous building, my heart pounding in my chest. The address had led me here, to an underground organization known as "Memoria." It was a clandestine group that specialized in erasing memories, wiping away entire portions of a person's past. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and yet, I couldn't ignore the gnawing curiosity that propelled me forward. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the heavy metal door and stepped inside. The interior was dimly lit, with muted colors and a hushed atmosphere. The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories.

The man stated as he cleared his scratchy throat. “Thats actually brilliant.” The scientist stated confidently. Everyone turned their heads towards him with questioning gazes. “There is a 5 percent chance that she could gain her memories back. If she does she will be stuck in a dilemma because not only will she now be in love with her husband but her mother would have a change in heart that will conflict her.” The scientist stated confidently. Slowly the men in the room pondered on what the scientist stated. “So she will have to fight all the good memories.”

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.

Especially since it is my mom's decision little did I know that it will cost my happiness. I grew up being controlled by them. But now that I understand what is right for me they still don't let me make my decision for my life. "Oh! So that's explained why you always have guards wherever you go. Because you are being monitored. Gosh! That's so suffocating. Luckily, my parents are not like that," Pearl complained. Yeah. It is better if my parents are just like Pearl's parents. I let out a sigh for a response. I sipped in my coffee and then taste the red velvet cake. Well, the taste is impressive. I look at the name of the coffee shop we are in. It says Vine Coffee Shop. I'll make sure I'll co

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

“And the *Memory*.” Kael’s eyes narrowed. “Memory?” The Firstborn raised a trembling hand toward the Rift. “It was cast away when the Hollowed rebelled. The Memory is not a person. It’s a place. A part of the world where the future is born from the past. Without it, the heirs’ bond is hollow. That’s what the Pale Guard seeks to destroy. Not the children… but the **gap** within them.”

PROJECT MERCY – FINAL STAGE GOAL: COGNITIVE VAULT HOSTING Subline: “Use Subject 01’s trauma-adapted memory network to house encrypted intel on all high-level corruption assets. In the event of organizational collapse, Subject 01 becomes a living failsafe.” Luca’s eyes narrowed. “She wasn’t just the Program.” “She was the evidence.” Ava gripped the arms of the chair tighter. “They used me as a vault. Not just for intel for names. Codes. Accounts. Leverage.” Her voice was shaking. “They made me the most valuable asset in the world. And they never planned to let me live with it.” Luca turned back to the console. “The moment you remember it all,” he said, “they’ll send everything they’ve got.”

“What does that mean?” “It means the memory she is speaking from existed before the structure you know as the boundary. Before the keepers. Before the Echo became an archive. Before the first door was opened.” “Then my mother could not have been there.” “Not as Margaret Vale,” he replied. Evelyn pulled her wrist free. “You are going to explain that sentence.” The pale man looked at the sealed doors. “I will explain everything I can. But you must understand that a memory can survive beyond the person who first carried it. It can be passed into another life, preserved in the Echo, or attached to an unfinished possibility. Sometimes the memory remains even after its original owner is gone.”

"Misunderstanding? Please. Girls like her, I've seen a million of them. They sneak into a man's bed and then try to use it to threaten the wife. That's her whole game." Audrey's carefully styled hair was a wreck now, her curls pulled loose and messy. She looked out at the crowd, their smirks and whispers cutting into her like knives. Her eyes darted nervously. "I swear, it wasn't me…" Michael just stood to the side, calm as ever. His gaze kept flickering, and I felt it brush past where I was standing. Then his assistant turned on the big screen. The footage rolled. There he was—the bald, beer-bellied creep I'd seen that night, tugging up his pants as he stumbled out of Room 800. Hours later,

He sounded relieved. "She woke up once last night. She didn't even recognize me." Last night, when I first came to, my vision hadn't cleared yet. I simply couldn't see who was there, so I asked. The healer went on, "She's been unconscious for so long, it's normal that her memory's jumbled. We'll run another test. If there's memory loss, there are always witches' potions. The southern witch, Olivia…" This poison mainly targeted the mind of a werewolf, and only then the body. My body felt fine. Clearly, the healer's antidote had worked.