Painted memories
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  • Parts 28
  • Time 2h 57m
  • Reads 164
  • Votes 5
  • Parts 28
  • Time 2h 57m
Complete, First published Dec 26, 2021
Family bonds have never been easy to deal with they've caused nothing but trouble and taught her nothing but a corrupted meaning of love. Can she ever know the true meaning of family? Or true love? And Bonds?
Olivia has lived in isolation for years forgetting who she is and who she had once wished to be. A fateful day her old memories suddenly began to float back to her and then drift away slowly. Will she make it in time? To save the world and find out who she truly is?
Olivia harden grows up in a harsh environment dealing with both her newly found past memories as a kid and her current harsh lifestyle she's been forced to live.  She slowly starts to have her past find her. Even so after she finds pieces of who she truly is she soon faces another issue.

Will she go back? Or will she finally choose herself after her years of killings and hardships?
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Her Breaking Point

28 parts Complete Mature

He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.