Thesaurus Memorable Novels & Stories

Not hostile. Not awake. But aware. And it remembered names.

Memory, do you still believe in God? - Vitaly, he always with me! - Memorable, this well-means, you not have changed! Memorable said goodbye to Vitaly and went back to his room. Memorable more and more tried on his illness. It seemed to him that it was not so bad that his world had collapsed, but now he sees the real world. Thirtieth day. You don't exist!

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

It's haunting; bringing back terrible memories I had long since buried. Mate.

Maybe he could not wait any longer for her memories to come back. According to her Doctor, her injury was not that severe. She would regain her memories sooner or later. There may be a part of her past that her brain denies remembering. Perhaps something painful or traumatic that she wants to forget subconsciously. Thera would not be surprised if that traumatic part was being a part of Sean’s life. “I don’t know what I’ve seen in you to marry you back then, Mister. You’re so unkind and inconsiderate. Your mouth speaks whatever you want without minding others’ feelings.”

“What?” Dax’s silver eyes met mine. “Your mother gave you a word,” he murmured. “Remember.” The word hit my ribs like a key. REMEMBER. Not a command. A weapon. I closed my eyes for half a heartbeat and let the memories rush—not the soft ones, the brutal ones. The elders saying “Seize her.” My mother whispering “Run.” The gate opening. The Moonwater black. The Hollow King’s name burning my tongue. The ash-throne trying to claim my legs.

I said, trying to sound calm. She looked shocked, “I knew it. I had sensed something in your mind. I knew it! There is dark magic at play here. It explains the memory loss.” “Does it also explains why she killed people?” Mary asked. Tabitha didn’t look sure, “it could. But I would have to do some research. Is that why you called me here?” “Yes,” I said, “I have two memories of this woman, named Helena. She’s beautiful and has long black hair and her eyes are really dark. When she touches me, my skin burns. O and she smells rotten, like food gone bad or rotten meat.”

And closed it with a sigh. “Did you not want to read anything?” Tristan asked me puzzled. I smiled at him, feeling my lip crack a little as I did “I did.” I saw the confusion on his face and giggled “I have a photographic memory. I can recall information at any time just by looking at it. Kind of like pulling out a photograph to look at whenever you want to. I retain facts and conversations and recall them easily.” His mouth formed an ‘O’ as he processed the information.

She had purposely sent Lemuel away so she could look into her memory. She closed her eyes as she held April's hand and started chanting inaudible words. It was a spell witches use to track down one's memory,she would connect herself into April's memory only then she would be able to see her memory lane both the things she had done in her past life.

She is so perfect in pronunciation that I know this is not the first time she has used this. Like before, she vanishes into thin air so suddenly. A blink and gone. Repeating this will only yield the same outcome every time. This is where the memory stops. This is as far as my gift of sight can take me. This time, I repeat the words under my breath to myself, trying hard to pull from the lessons of Rema, Leyanne, and my rusty Latin. Knowing it’s familiar, but my fuddled, fatigue-ridden brain is having a hard time recalling.