Big Time Rush Til Forget About You Novels & Stories

Due to the morning traffic, I needed to move quickly or risk being late again. Just in time, I settled into my desk, only to be immediately approached by Misha. "Wow, Rina. When did you get so close to Mr. Bigshot? Come on, spill it. What's the real deal between you two?"

“Can we stop talking about my feelings for you?” “Can you also stop telling me to forget Eden?” he shot back.

She smiled. “Hi, do I know you?” She asks. “Is it really you?” I ask. “I’m sorry, you must’ve mistaken me with someone else.” She says. “No. You’re Mallory. Mallory Bastien.” “I heard that name before. But we have the same family name.” She says shocked. “Mallory come on.” “I’m sorry, I just came back from Japan. I had an accident before. Amnesia.” She says and my whole world stopped.

he whined as he unlocked his phone. 'It's a one time game' the first line of the new message says 'Pick the required alphabets in the next text and make sure not to reply' Not even up to the two seconds, the next message entered. 'Hello Elvis Let Perpetual Aaron Leave India To America'

Putting power into certain words of the song, Aqua fervently prayed that she could erase the memories of Dawn and herself from everyone in this pub after she left. “Forget me… just let it all go like the rain in the night and forget me. You’ll be better off, so please forget me…”

“I understand the fact that you're trying to forget him, but I think you guys really need to talk since his mother was the barrier in-between.” I nodded, even though every part of me wanted to run in the opposite direction. “I know, but I'm scared that things might get even worst not just for me but for Kelly too.” Brenda rested a hand on my shoulder and gave me a comforting smile. “You worry too much.“ As we walked back toward the parking lot, Kelly skipping ahead, I couldn’t help but glance back one last time. Ivan hadn’t noticed me yet, or if he had, he was pretending not to. Either way, I knew the moment of reckoning was approaching.

The memory of Daisy's deliberate shove burned through Brian's mind like acid. The footage replayed on a loop behind his eyes: Daisy's wrist pushing outward, her body launching forward, Elena stumbling back into the champagne tower. Rage surged through his chest. His temples throbbed, his pulse hammering so hard he could feel it in his teeth. He strode through the villa's entrance, the soles of his leather shoes cracking against the marble floor in a rapid, percussive rhythm.

"I know I've changed a lot, but there's no way you actually forgot your childhood best friend, right? I—" "I didn't forget," I cut him off sharply. "But we haven't spoken in years. So, it feels a bit inappropriate for you to act like this overly familiar, Mr. Vega." The words cut like a knife. I watched Julian's smile crumbled completely. His jaw clenched slightly, and the joyful spark in his eyes died instantly, replaced by a look of sheer, undeniable hurt. "Overly familiar?" Julian echoed my words in a quiet, strained voice, as if in utter disbelief. "El, we grew up together in Solverde. We promised we'd—"

"If your mom forgives me, then we can finally be together." Her words lifted Trevor's spirits. He thumped his chest and promised he'd take care of it. I almost laughed as I watched their affectionate display from the end of the hallway. Then, I clapped and left the hospital, heading home to pack my things.

Stepping off the plane, I stopped cold. Where even was I? And where was I headed? Then my phone buzzed: [3:00 p.m. — train back home]. By the time I hit the base of the mountain, it was already six. My family lived way out—tucked deep in some mountain village no one's ever heard of. This village wasn't just off the grid—it had a weird rep: all the women were hopeless romantics. To keep them from getting played and dumped, the place cooked up a memory-erasing drug.