All But Forgotten Novels & Stories

Anastasia said while looking at Selena in confusion. It has happened before. Anastasia's brain works weirdly. It makes her forget the moments which she doesn't want to remember. Like if she is eating five fruits together and doesn't like one fruit, after one nap or something, she forgets eating that fruit but remembers about eating the other four. That's how it works for her. Her brain makes her remember the situation which she imagined.

She tried her best to ignore the murmurs that followed her wherever she went, though they still stung. Her head lowered. A realization struck her—Silvanus was the only one who accepted her, memoryless as she was. Everyone else treated her as if she carried some contagious disease. Was it even worth it? she thought, shaking her head. When Aeliana returned to Silvanus’s office, hoping to escape the whispers, he still wasn’t there. She wondered where he had gone. He never told her where he went or what he was doing. Her eyes roamed around the room. It was distinctly masculine—simple, elegant, and restrained. She sighed and sat down on the nearest sofa, her shoulders heavy.

Our world is getting smaller, we really have to go back to Italy earlier than expected. Two days have passed but I strangely haven't heard anything from Blake. No text messages, no secret missed calls, no meeting with Barack and everything. He just vanished without prior notice that makes me think so off. I mean, I wasn't missing and finding his presence, I was just feeling so strange that I could not fathom why. Three days from now, we were going back to Italy. It was supposedly next week but we rebooked our flight much earlier for our own peace.

He breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. “And I cannot just forget about it.”

"That is a list of the three shell companies you use to hide clients from customs audits. Page four is the one your wife doesn't know about. Page seven is the one the tax office would find most interesting. My fee is now ten percent higher because you wasted my morning." He stared at me for a long moment. "Who taught you to negotiate like that?" "Men who thought I wasn't listening." He paid before he left. Afterward, I walked to my appointment with Dr. Almeida and let myself laugh for the first time in weeks. The baby kicked during the ultrasound, a tiny flutter against the screen, and I cried in a dark room while a woman I barely knew handed me tissues and pretended not to notice. "Strong h

"Don't you dare speak to me with that pathetic, clinical tone! You are a useless, broken human who trapped my mate for three years. I will see you crawl out of this territory on your knees before the thirty days are up." Evelyn looked down at the shattered glass and the scattered herbs at her feet, her expression remaining entirely unbothered. She looked back up at Cynthia, a faint, humorless smile touching her lips. "The glass is easily swept away, Lady Cynthia. Just like my memory will be. Enjoy your banquet this weekend." Without waiting for a response, Evelyn stepped over the debris and walked out into the cold fog, leaving the high-born Alpha roaring in silent, maddened frustration behi

His teeth clenched shut. I start seeing black dots until eventually, darkness consumes my vision. I'm so close? I know him, I know who he is but I can't seem to say his name. I can feel it, see his name in bold letters, hear his name roll off my tongue but I can't say it. It's lost in my mind, swimming around, a needle in a haystack. His name, I just seem to forget.

"I'm sorry, Austin, but you can't do that." As Austin reluctantly turned away from the palace gates, a maelstrom of emotions churned within him. He couldn't comprehend how the person he had once considered a brother could be a virtual stranger to the woman he had loved so deeply. The enigmatic nature of Bloom's return and Liam's inexplicable memory loss left a heavy, unspoken tension hanging in the air—an unresolved mystery that Austin was determined to unravel, regardless of the cost.

She says curiously. “I don’t think they could if they wanted to. I’ve been spelled. This bracelet is a protection charm.” he flashes a bracelet hidden by magic. “Can I see that?” She asks “I’ve always wanted to learn how to do that” she says. “Sorry” he shakes his head no. “That's all I got of her” he sighs before getting up. “Leaving again?” She asks playing with his glass of wine before chugging it. “Yeah, I'm gonna try to find some research on spells for memory. Hell maybe I’ll even find a witch who can actually do it” his words cut through her like a knife. So bitter yet so sweet. What made him so heartless she thinks to herself.

"Are you sure you want to delete all 2,396 entries? Once deleted, they cannot be recovered." Without hesitation, I clicked "Yes."