Forget Me Not Bombshell Novels & Stories

,I walk towards my room, shutting the door behind me,as tears stream my face. I sob to my heart's content,my thoughts bitter and heart pained. He's probably moved on,happy. I hug my knees to my chest,crying like I have never cried before. What should I do to forget him?

They had the hacked device that would confirm that she was Bella even though she wasn’t and the world would believe it and I would be deemed crazy. The warning that came before my speech told it all. ‘We decided that it was best that nobody knows Bella’s without her memories. So don’t make a scene as you read this script. Remember unlike the physical it is actually possible to make everyone believe that she’s Bella with the device we have.’ My phone buzzed before I could figure out what I planned on doing. I knew instantly who it was because my phone was on silent and only one person had been able to bypass my settings.

and I asked "From what?" She hesitated, said "From remembering too much " my breath caught, "What does that mean?" She said "It means some things are better left forgotten " the words sent a chill down my spine I said firmly "No I want to remember everything " and she said "You do not understand, if you remember, they will" She stopped abruptly and my heart pounded, "They will what?" She shook her head "I can not say,". I asked "Why not?" She said "Because it is not safe " I snapped "Nothing about this is safe so just tell me " she looked at me really looked at me and for a moment I saw something in her eyes not fear, not concern, something else something calculating.

I dropped the bombshell and he sprang off the chair, his mouth wide like saucers. “What?” “The exact same look I had on my face when she got the memory of the night that I killed her” I told him, “it’s only a matter of time before she realizes that she is the lady in that memory and I was the man holding the dagger. What would you think would happen when all her memories come back?” “Isn’t this good news?” Ashely retorted and I glared at him. “Are you kidding me?” He sounded rather confused, “how did she…

In the middle of the night, a harsh orange glow woke me up. I pushed open my bedroom door and went outside, only to realize that every single memory of our life together was fueling a massive bonfire. The tactical flashlight I'd bought her, our deployment medals, even the matching engagement rings she'd custom-made out of shell casings—everything was crackling and popping, turning to ash. A sharp pain seized my chest. Just then, Eleanor turned around and met my gaze. "Look, we used to be partners, so I never really thought twice about keeping these things around. But Dylan's living here now. I don't want him getting the wrong idea if he finds these things, so I'm burning them. No hard feelin

"Bullshit! I don't believe you. You can't just forget seven years like they meant nothing!" Startled, I tightened my grip on my phone. When I was flipping through earlier, I saw an old diary entry. I wrote, "I will never like Caleb again!" I had no idea what I'd gone through back then to write something like that. Perhaps it was my way of ending seven years of feelings, and as a warning to my future self. I still insisted I didn't know or remember him. Caleb completely lost it. He shoved the door hard with a loud thud. It slammed into the wall before bouncing back.

A single laptop glowed on a crate, Victor’s face on screen, live feed. “Welcome to the endgame, lovebirds.” Behind him: a wall of C4, timer blinking 00:02:17. Elena’s voice didn’t waver. “You’re bluffing. You’d die too.” Victor smiled. “I’m in the Hamptons, sipping scotch. That’s a drone feed. But the bomb? Very real. Trade the drive, I disarm it. Or watch Queens light up like the Fourth.” The timer hit 00:02:00.

Margret and Fred started an argument. She was blaming Fred that he shouldn't have allowed Johnson go. "You saw what happened, he won't listen!" Fred said to Margret. Margret was so furious that she keep insisting that Fred should have stopped him, then she mistakenly press the button that is not supposed to be pressed "Thank you. In the next forty minutes, the bombing will take place" The computer alerts! Everybody was so shocked, and Fred asked "Who did that?" "Don't tell me Johnson did that shit!! everybody pack all your belongings we're moving out of here now!" Fred said angrily.

I hoped this time I would remember more and now that I know my younger self is not fighting me but trying to restore my memories, I’m going to try my best not to fight it anymore. Nick To say I was hurt would be an understatement because it felt like she ripped my heart out of my chest. After everything I have been doing and all the effort, I made. She goes and forgets me. ME? I was the one who ran after her and was with her the whole of yesterday and she forgot all about me. She remembered that good for nothing detective whom she met for mere hours and yet forgets all about me. I scowl. I was pissed thinking about her and him. I could see it from the way they spoke to each other when I got

I cut him off, preventing myself from bursting out in tears. "I can't remember anything! I-I can't remember anything from the past. F-from you! From us!" I yelled. He cupped my face asking me to calm down before I met his gloomy eyes. "No, Aly. Remember, Me! Please, remember me!... Remember me not only as the Blake you met today but also the Blake who you promised to marry!" he desperately begged. I held his arms, looking down to avoid his gaze "I can't r-remember you, Blake. I-I can't," I mumbled in a low volume. I can't and I don't want to remember him anymore.