Araki Forgot Novels & Stories

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.

THE MEMORY THAT WAS STOLEN Aria returned to the present. Tears were running down her face. "I remember now." Ava touched her shoulder. "Everything?" "No." Aria shook her head. "Just enough." She looked at Cael. "You fought them." "Yes." "To stop them from erasing us." "I tried." "What happened?" Cael looked down. "They erased you first." Aria's heart sank. "Me?" "You refused to forget." "So they took my memory." "Yes." "What did you do?" "I asked them to take mine too."

“Don’t worry, I’ll fill you in on everything that happened while you were gone.” That didn’t sound right. I wasn’t entirely gone. But I knew what he was talking about. With the movements I made in and out of the pack frequently, I’d totally forgotten about the pack’s welfare. But luckily for me, Jarred had stepped in. “Alright,” I said with a sigh. Jarred grinned and patted my shoulder. “I knew you’d come around eventually.”

Mama sighed heavily, and then she smiled at the young Aricka. “No, I always like your skin color and red hair, my baby. You bring us luck, you and Louelle, and I'm thankful that you're both growing up kind,” Mama said, while stroking young Aricka's hair. Even if I am just watching I couldn’t help but feel her caresses my hair. As if she was holding me and not that child.

Slipping on a pair of black flats I ran my fingers through my hair and then piled it into a messy bun on the top of my head. Aramyth was prancing around in my head, *I can’t wait, Little One, as anxious as I am to run, I’m more anxious for you to realize just how special you are.* I grinned a little as I crept up the basement stairs, *I know Aramyth, and in another 24 hours or so, we will be free and we won’t have to hide anymore.* *No, we won’t, but we will still need to be careful. He’s still out there and he will know what and who you are. If word gets back to him before we’re prepared it could end everything before it even begins.*

"tell us what it's you badly want to forget, we can both bring in different ideas. two heads are better than one after all." 'I want to forget about Prince Zane. I don't want to think of him, I want my feelings for him to disappear,' Aria thought. if only she could tell them all that. but she could never tell them the truth. In the end, there was nothing they could do for her. "I'm sorry for disturbing you two with my nonsensical problems. please forget about my requests." Aria stepped away from them. "I don't get it. I'm really confused about what is going on here." curiosity and confusion were all over Lady Brunhilda's facial features.

A far distant memory sprung into life. She was wearing a long black dress and struggling to breathe. Around her neck was a thick rope that burned the tender skin on her throat. Her legs kicked violently into thin air. The memory was so vivid, so real, Clarissa forgot her predicament in the shower and sank into the memory as though she were really there.

I said to Beauden. Alta’s other friends already leave, they said they have something important to do. “Uh, actually I love your bond. Our parents aren’t like that. They are both business-minded.” He said “Mom. So annoying.” Archer shook his head “What did you say?” I asked “Repeat it, Archer. I will hit your face.” “DAD!!” He shouted, “Fuck, I lost the game.” I grabbed the pillow I was holding and I threw it on his face.

"Then stop. Because I have received your Lady's location just now." ARA was finally able to meet with her parents the next day when she came to her senses—not entirely true. Dr. Deusdado has informed her of her situation. She has dissociative amnesia. She and the private detective that has been taking care of her still refuse her as to why and what are the possible memories she forgot on purpose. Part of her wants to know what it is just for curiosity. But instinctively she's happy she doesn't remember. If a detective is involved, she's confined in a mental institution, and cities away from her city of origin, those memories must be worth not remembering.

“ You guys on without me . “ said Aron . “ Huh ? Where are you going ? “ asked Noah . “ I forgot something in class . I will take it then come to join you . “ said Aron then walked back to the class . “ What did he forget ? “ asked Ryan confused . “ Haaaah ! Guys…. “ said Amra with a smirk then walked ahead . “ Hey Amra ! What do you mean ? “ asked Noah . “ Since you don’t know then I don’t know as well . “ said Amra .