Araki Forgot Novels & Stories

Also, I wanted him to accept the fact that the Ari before him is not the same as the Ari in front of him—hence, I have no plan of breaking the oath. "That monster! It was my fault—I wasn't able to return to Nirvana after accepting your oath. Your father seemed frustrated despite trying to conceal his emotion—he forbade me from meeting you until you became an adult. There was a long war in the land of mortals; I didn't know I would suddenly hear about your death right after the war suddenly stopped after you and your father's deaths," he explained. "Sorry... I still can't recall those things. My memories as Arie are limited. Maybe it was because of the oath that I could suddenly remember you,

"You didn't forget." "Of course not," he smiled. Across the room, Soren watched quietly. He said nothing, as he always did. But something had begun to change. It became clearer after a brief conversation with Bruno one day. "Funny," Bruno said casually. Soren glanced at him. "What is?" "I don't remember your father bringing home gifts when you were younger." Soren frowned slightly. "He was busy." "I'm sure he was," Bruno replied, his tone light. "Maybe he's just trying to make up for what Lana lost."

“No, that makes no sense at all. What do you mean you met him as a child? If that’s true, how could you have completely forgotten?” “Kioku Masshō Majutsu,” Aki mumbled. “A Memory Wipe Spell.” “Oh…” “It’s true, isn’t it?” Aleksandr suddenly spoke from behind them. “They erased both our memories after that day.” Aki turned to look at him, her eyes getting misty. She nodded. “I’m sorry,” she told Aleksandr with deep sincerity. Temujin supposed she was apologizing on behalf of her clan for using such a messed-up spell, but there were a lot of things Temujin didn’t know about the memories that the two had shared and her clan had erased. Aleksandr said “that day”. What day?

Since then, Naya and Arka have seemed silent to each other, making their parents confused. "Are you having a problem?" Arka's father asked which both of them immediately answered. Arka said no and Naya said yes. Their answer of course made their parents look even more confused. Sighing, Arka finally admitted, "I made a mistake with her. Today I forgot to come to Naya's graduation ceremony." He said quietly feeling guilty. "How could you forget? Didn't you make a reminder?" "Yes, it's just that I left my cell phone in my room so I don't know, Mom."

She said and smiled a bit . "It's fine . Sleep well" . Raymond said and took out his blanket and covered himself . He closed his eyes off and pretended to sleep while his mind was busy re-processing what had happened a couple of minutes back . His heart was racing and his ears were burning up . His mind was wandering off and he couldn't wipe off her image from his head . He let out a gasp of air and tried to calm himself . Akira slipped into the warm embrace of the blanket . She wasn't able to understand how a stranger could be so caring and comforting but the one person upon whom she showered all her love and attention, stabbed her in the back so mercilessly . The bitter memories started li

"Hello?" ​The same mysterious female voice spoke from the other end. "Watch the video." ​Javier stiffened as he overheard. "What video?" ​"The one inside the package," the woman replied. ​Nina's grip tightened around the phone. "Who are you?" ​The woman ignored the question. "If you want to know why your husband forgot your anniversary... start by learning what happened six years ago." ​The call disconnected. ​Without wasting another second, Nina hurried to her laptop and inserted the flash drive. Only one untitled file appeared on the screen. Javier clicked play.

But the next second. "You... don't remember me?" Those words immediately made Mireya tense up again. Her gaze became vigilant. Arka himself was genuinely confused. He searched his memory but found nothing beyond the doctor who had treated him. "We've met before," Vanessa continued softly before recounting an incident from several years ago. The memory finally resurfaced. Arka let out a quiet sigh. "I remember... it's you," he said. "Thank you for what happened back then." His tone softened.

Too observant,’ Bima thought, his jaw tightening as he looked down at Arka’s peaceful face. The memory of Bab 9 flashed vividly in his mind—how Arka had effortlessly intercepted that tiny memo slip inside his Calculus textbook. Arka was a predator by nature; he was meticulously detailed and hyper-vigilant. If Arka could sniff out a hidden note so easily, it would only be a matter of time before his sharp eyes uncovered the truth hidden inside Bima's room. Especially now that Arka was planning for them to move into a new, private apartment together.