Unlocked Memories Novels & Stories

What I was hiding and what I was trying to achieve. "I imprisoned my own memories," I whispered to myself. Each word weighed heavily on me, and I realized that the solution had been within me all along. It was a perplexing revelation because I understood that the answer resided within me, but I hadn't anticipated that I was also the one who had wiped away every trace of my past. Every memory. Thinking about it, the only memory I could explore was my mother's, and not mine. I could only stare blankly ahead. Now what?

Because of that Debbie was still wrong about remembering their names. "You're..." Debbie tried to remember the face of her seatmate who was very familiar but forgot the name, even though it felt on the tip of her tongue. They were in the same group at the orientation periode. "Amy." she said. "Oh yes, Amy." Debbie smiled, the memory of the incident when school orientation replayed in her mind... No―no flashback needed. If possible, Debbie wants to erase the memory of the dark incident in the closed room. Until now she feels grateful and indebted to upperclassmen who managed to save them.

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.

If only I did. Lia senses the pain in my voice and turns towards me. She takes my hand, and I shift to sit down on the floor with my head on her lap. I need Lia now, whatever may happen later. I cannot recollect the memories alone. I feel Lia's hand slowly combing my hair strands. I relish the moment since I don't know if I can have this again.

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.

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.*

he said before walking away. “What was he saying, loose her memories again, when did that happen” Nicholas brows knitted together as his jaws tightened. He has been under a lot of stress today and he wasn’t processing it well. “It’s nothing she just had amnesia when she was little“ Jacob replied. “When?” Nicholas pressed further, but they were interrupted by the nurse that came to inform them that Adrian was awake. Forgetting everything Nicholas went to the room Adrian was in but stopped in his tracks, as he held the door handle, bracing himself for whatever he was going to face as he entered.

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."

That part of the neck is tender, sensitive, and being bitten there can be pleasurable for both involved, if that is the goal. Today that was not the goal. I needed to bite Brandon to unlock what he knew through his memories. Memories are stored in our essence, our blood, not just our brain. Our most meaningful memories flow through us on a daily basis; they are a part of us. Our most meaningful memories help build us and guide us. It doesn’t matter if those memories are good, bad, indifferent, tragic, the memories are always there. I needed those memories to get to the truth. I sank my canines further into Brandon’s neck. He’s relaxing, he’s relinquishing himself to me. Good. I need him calm