Forget Me Not Bombshell Novels & Stories

“There are twelve bombs in this building and have been waiting for the right time to tell you about it. I have set the timer, my love, and you have ten minutes to turn them off remotely before they go off and destroy your precious Emma’s house and all the good memories she had here. You can stay back and turn them off or follow me out of this place to see where I’m going. Your choice, sweetheart! But if you ask me, I think you should find them fast before they destroy all the documents she needs to retrieve her part of our inheritance.” she told us, smiling happily as she strolled back into her car. She makes it look like a game, and she is so excited to be winning this game.

--- Later that night, the room is dark. I stare at the ring on my finger. Heavy. Platinum. Diamond. I don’t remember him putting it there. I don’t remember saying yes. I don’t remember loving him. But when I try to take it off— It doesn’t move. And for some reason… I start to cry. ——— Outside my hospital door, I don’t hear Adrian speaking to the doctor. But I do hear him say one thing. Low. Controlled. Terrifyingly calm. “She may not remember me… but she’s still my wife. And I’m not losing her again.”

"Unless we neutralize it before then." I turn from the window, I look at the office door. Behind it, down the hallway, Elena is sleeping. Clara is sleeping in the guest room. In seven hours, the extraordinary general meeting will begin, and Margaret will enter that room planning to detonate a bomb, and she will not know that the bomb is already defused because I have spent the pre-dawn hours reading a DNA report that has dismantled everything I thought I understood about the past forty years of my life.

She stumbled and fell hard enough to split her brow on the edge of the stone path. For the first time in a long while, I felt a clean, sharp kind of relief. The three of them came forward at once. “Did you remember something?” “Nerina, do you remember?” I looked at them and gave a small smile. “A little.” Hope lit their faces. Then I said, “I remember how quickly you turned on me for her.” It vanished. Enzo spoke first. “Nerina, we know we were wrong. We—” “You weren’t confused,” I cut in. “I remember standing there and asking you to believe me. You didn’t.”

Noah stepped closer. “You didn’t mean it.” Bella looked at him. “How do you know?” “Because I remember what happened next.” The screen changed. Young Bella was holding the baby. She was crying against his tiny head. Then she whispered, “I’ll find you.” I stared at the screen. My eyes burned. Bella covered her mouth. “I did remember.” Noah nodded. “You remembered everything.” “Then why did I forget?” Noah pointed toward the machine. “Because they erased the memory.”

I'm about to return my phone to its initial position when a notification came in. "Ah, it's from Susan," my smile deepens as I read through her text. 'My precious cupcake, I'm wishing you all the best in today's game as usual. You go there and show them how we run it in Buckhead. Sending loads of love. See you soon Champ. Xoxoxo' "Oh man," I laugh. I return my phone to the dresser and walk across my large room to my study desk. Leaning downwards, I open the shelf by the side and took out a tiny box within it.

He eagerly said to Captain Pannell, “I remember who set off the bomb!” “What?” Captain Pannell was stunned. “You know who it was? Alex Cohen, are you trying to play tricks now that you know you have nowhere to hide?” “Captain Pannell, I didn’t tell you this last night, but when I saw the face of the person who detonated the bomb, I felt that she was a little familiar. I just never remembered who it was. But when I saw the USB flash drive just now, I recalled carefully and finally remembered it!”

I let go and turned on my heel, walking out before I did something I couldn’t take back. I barely made it to my car before my hands slammed against the steering wheel. My knuckles burned, but I didn’t care. I was losing control—fast. My phone buzzed. Hector. I answered on the first ring. “Tell me you found her.” A pause. Then, “Not yet, boss. But we’ve confirmed the bomb is real. And it’s on a timer.” Ice crawled down my spine. “How long?” “Forty-eight hours,” he said. “If we don’t find her by then—”

And now I really broke my promise to you, My Shasha, that I will not leave her. And why did she forget me? I really miss My Shasha, she quickly forgot me. Yes, we met when we were young but the only part that hurts is that she can't remember me. I smiled bitterly because the things I destroyed in the past came back, my past I want to forget but how can I forget if she was there in my past?

I answer it anyway. “Hello.” “Memories can kill. Maybe it’s better that she doesn’t remember.” A voice says over the phone. “Who is this?” There’s no answer, the line goes dead. I hang up the phone and stare at it as if that’s going to make the number appear, or the caller call back. Then it hits me that I'd better call Mikey. I dial his number. “What’s up, Bryce?” “I got a strange call.” “And?” “And the caller told me that maybe it’s better that Tanya doesn’t remember because memories can kill.”