A/N, a quick thank you to my sister RustyIndigo for the cover and a thank you to my friend gen3king for helping me with the title for the story and just being supportive of my work. Now enjoy the first chapter of The Stolen Memories of Her Love.)
Carmen's POV
The rain in Paris, France, was a downpour. "I'm in position at the Louvre Museum Player."
"The Mona Lisa, a piece that many people still admire for its beauty, was made by Leonardo da Vinci in the Italian Renaissance." Player's voice came from my communicator.
I responded with "And Countess Cleo wants it to sell to the highest bidder. I'm going in."
"Be careful, Red, you are still not fully recovered from Stockholm" that memory makes me stop dead in my tracks, right into a trap. Tigress jumped on top of me and struck me on the head with something hard, and I heard electrical noises from the object. I land straight on the concrete floor of the museum.
Tigress's voice rang clear "You will never remember your friends, family, or your little girlfriend, you little bitch." the noise was too loud for me to focus. It was hard not to curl into a ball.
Before I blacked out, I told Player what had happened and to tell Zach and Ivy to pick me up and get me to a hospital. After that, I finally let myself submit to the darkness.
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The Stolen Memories Of Her Love
Short StoryCarmen loses her memory and Julia is trying to help her remember who she is and the love they had once shared. And yes I wanted to use Julia for this but then thought hey I haven't seen this before on here so fuck it. Credit for the title goes to...
