Will You Remember Me For Centuries Novels & Stories

The light remembered. The love remembered. The being remembered. Always. And ever. And on. The welcome remembered. The warmth remembered. The infinite remembered. Forever. The cursed wolf was the first who remembered. The light was the remembering she was. Love was the reason she remembered. The universe remembered. Because we remembered. Together. In every heart remembered. In every choice remembered. In every breath remembered. The light. The love. The remembering. Always. The manor was the heart remembered. The garden was the soul remembered.

“I think we’ve done this before.” The world seemed to tilt under her. “What do you mean?” she whispered. His expression softened. “I think we’ve lived this curse before in other lifetimes.” The podium felt smaller, the air thinner, her pulse louder. Damien reached out but stopped, hesitant. “Lena, I think we’ve been bound for centuries.” The morning light flickered as if the mansion itself reacted to his confession. Lena’s heart pounded wildly not in fear, not entirely in disbelief, but in a strange recognition that pressed against her chest like a memory she couldn’t reach.

"Why is Audrey the chosen one, and I'm just the one you want to sell off? We're identical twins. I'm your daughter, too. Why do you hate me so much that you'd marry me off to a 60-year-old man just so you could organize a grand wedding for her?" My voice shook, but I forced the words out. "If you only wanted one child, if you only ever wanted her… then why keep me at all? Why didn't you get rid of me back then?" They didn't even flinch. They showed no regret or shame. They just looked at me with cold eyes and said…

His hand reached for mine, and I clutched it tightly, afraid he might slip away if I didn’t. “There’s always another way,” I said, my voice breaking. “There has to be.” He looked at me, his eyes soft and unbearably sad. “You said that last time, too.” A cold shiver ran through me. “What do you mean?” He looked away, as if afraid of what he was about to admit. “This isn’t the first time, Kayla. Helen’s memories—they’re like echoes. I’ve seen you before, again and again, across years, centuries maybe. It’s always you. And it always ends the same way.”

Leaning downwards, I open the shelf by the side and took out a tiny box within it. Since it's a special type of box with a fingerprint sensor limited to just me, I easily opened it and retrieved a sealed envelope inside. My fingers caressed the sealed pink envelope as my eyes drifted longingly into space. It's been sixteen years now Charming. I miss you so much... Would I ever get to see you again?

I asked her now to help me simulate my belief. “Well, most people don’t because the story happens every thousand years, and in between one and a thousand years, several generations pass by and the story and its significance is lost in the times. But then there are a few selected Generations who must continue to pass down the story and the idea of it.” She said.

"Just one more experience. One more. And it's not like you'll remember this when you return to your world." His gaze lingered on mine, softening slightly, though his lips remained pressed in a thin line. I placed a hand over my chest and gasped theatrically. "But my soul will remember! It will carry these memories forever. The ancient powers, the history I've felt—it's like it's running through my veins now. How can I turn back when I've come this far?" Lucius pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're not convincing me, feisty soul."

We may have lived on two separate sides of the island but was all this loss and grief worth it just to bring vampires and humans together? It's bizarre how my old life felt like a million lifetimes ago, like it was just a dream and not really my own past life. Would I even remember much of it in a hundred years…. In one hundred and fifty years? Will my parents faces, and the memories of my childhood still be alive in my mind, or will it all eventually fade away?

She came back to me once she was done, and she placed two of her fingers on my temple. “It is time to remember it all, Lucy. Let it in.” She whispered, and then a searing pain travelled down the deepest cores of my body and soul. And accompanying that pain, the memories rushed in like a broken dam. I could remember who I was. The person I was before Daisy Miller… and it all started five hundred years ago.

The place was so silent that her footsteps could be heard. Sad memories of how she, Mama Samantha, and Gio used to go to church every Sunday flood back. The happiness, the joy of having a family, the peace of being extremely poor but happy was all she remembered. Warm tears flowed down her left eye to the corner of her lips. "Nothing lasts forever" She remembered Mama Samantha's last words. Truly nothing lasts forever on this earth, but even pain. Weeks ago, Alita was at the edge of breaking and begging her late parents and Mama Samantha to guard her soul to an eternal end. The kind of end where she would feel no more pains, the kind of end she would 'Remember to forget' what pain feels like