Unlocked Memories Novels & Stories

Winter nodded. “Their memories were caged in the basin of memories. It was made of moonstone in the shape of a shell. Together they could ramble anyone’s memories. The pendulum didn’t work on me, so they removed my tongue and used me as their slave and when I couldn’t go through the levels of fighting, they disposed of me.” “How do we obtain it?” Dominick asked lastly. “What else should we do?” “We need to kill his connections first and use the relics that are not in his hands,” Winter answered as the couple looked serious on the screen.

Joy creeps in my heart, realizing it. I silently admire his face. Everything has an appeal starting from his tousled hair to the overnight stubble. I try to memorize every part of his face to embed in my heart. As if it is not there already. But certain things cannot be bored even if we see them again and again. "Take a picture; it will last longer," Luc's voice startles me, and I try to jump from his hands. Keyword – try. He grips me firmly that I cannot move. He slowly opens his eyes, and the dark eyes look at me straight.

October 23, 2019 Baguio City, Philippines Oblivious, Thera brought her right hand across her left chest. She was almost there. There were still a lot of memories that were trying to break free from her mind but it felt like her brain will explode if she would force herself to remember.

I clarified before she could ask. "I thought maybe it was Anthony who did," she smiled painfully, "You just need to unlock the door you looked your memories inside." "How do I do that?" If I knew how to, I wouldn't have been asking. "You just need to search for it, I locked those memories away but now it's for you to open up," Madam placed my hand on my chest, "You have the key and when it's the right time, just open it up." "Thanks," I smiled even though it didn't come from my heart, looking for the key blah blah blah will be more frustrating and how the fuck do I even know when the time is right.

"Your brother is different. He's innocent. I wanted to save him." He pulled a USB drive from his pocket and placed it on the cot. "This is your parents' original research data. The unaltered version. The part Wenger never touched. But you can't open it. The password isn't with me." "Where is it?" "In you." He looked at her. "The memory sealed by hypnosis. The password is inside it. You have to unlock that memory to use it." Avery stared at the USB drive. "Why are you giving me this?"

Their disappearance was the greatest proof that whatever had happened here wasn’t a dream. “Hmmm, so that is where he is,” Elder Sand murmured as he looked into the memories of the trapped Walkers. Weaker beings like those mindless creatures could have their memories easily seen by higher level Undead. It was nothing extraordinary. However, because they weer low grade Undead, their memories were fragment of the truth and that was why Elder Sand had gone through so much trouble to capture them all. It was only by taking each of their memories and piecing them together that he could receive the answers that he sought. In a sense, it was like fixing a jigsaw puzzle.

I focused on him, still glaring. “Roman explained that you have a lot of blocked memories. When they push forward, you get these episodes. Is this one of them?” he asked. I was about to tell him to go to hell when the pressure in my head built up again, causing me to groan and bend forward. “Yeah, seems that way,” he said. “Oh, I can’t wait for us to go down memory lane together. Maybe coming back here will unlock it all. Or will it just drive you crazy?”

The cozy suburban home of your best friend Mark is quiet midday, since Mark and his dad Tyson are out visiting old friends at a gay bar and staying there for a few days to catch up. You swing by with the spare key to grab your forgotten laptop from Mark's room, packed with explicit hentai videos and pornographic images of busty milfs getting railed by massive cocks, creamy cum shots dripping from stretched pussies, tentacles fucking every hole.*

Every word exchanged between them scratches me. I don’t want her to belong to him. I don’t want her to slip away from me. And yet... I just met her. LYRA He’s looking at me. And the world freezes. It’s not a neutral gaze. Nor that of a superior. Nor of an old friend. It’s a gaze of a man lost at the edge of a memory. A gaze that seeks. That doubts. That begins to remember. He begins to remember that night... I want him to remember.

"Well, wrong move, Beamon. There's no antidote. Swan created that memory loss pill, and she'll completely forget you. She's never getting back with you!" Beamon's eyes widened in shock. "No! That's impossible!" he bellowed in disbelief. But Anja responded with a smug smile. "I'm not lying. Swan has already forgotten you."