Forget Me Not Bombshell Novels & Stories

"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.

I watch it land, watch something in his jaw ease very slightly, and for a second neither of us says anything at all, just two people who met yesterday morning over a padlock, sizing each other up in a car on the side of an empty road at dawn. "Fair," he says finally. "Fair," I agree. "Tobias texted me last night," he says, quieter now, and pulls his phone out, thumbs it open, hands it across the console without looking at me. "Before you found me at the warehouse. I didn't mention it because I didn't think it connected to anything yet." The message is short. Someone's been asking about the containment memo. Not Marcus. Someone from outside. Be careful who you talk to.

While I was fading, I saw her grab her phone and dial a number, her voice steady and cold. "Boss, we’ve got Madison Moretti. The bomb’s set and ready to distract the Moretti security. We’ll be out of here before anyone realizes she’s with us." The last thing I remembered before everything went black was her laughing.

A wave of confusion washed across her face. “Why is everyone acting like I’m—like I’m not coming back?” “You almost didn’t.” She didn’t reply. Her lips trembled slightly before setting into a line. “You were going to yell at me.” Her voice was hoarse. “Before the… bomb. I heard it in your voice.” Chris inhaled sharply. “That’s not important right now.” “It is to me,” she whispered. “Because I remember everything. I remember you calling. I remember how angry you sounded. And then I remember fire.”

"And that is Allison. She is our Sniper. She used a Remington M24 SWS." "I don't care, Clifford! I don't care about your mafia! I don't care about your life! If you're bored, don't include me! I will keep quiet! I want a peaceful life—" I was about to say anything when I heard a loud sound coming from the bombs that were strapped to me. And when I realized there was only a minute left and the bomb was ready to detonate, I nearly fainted. I swiftly turned to look at Clifford. "What are you doing to me?! Are you really going to kill me?! Do you see that it's only a second away and it's going to explode!"

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.

Jenna was startled and was looking at Shrey with wide eyes. She had known Shrey for three years and had even seen the disastrous event and its effects on Shrey's life. She was aware that Shrey had lost her memories, and that, according to the doctor, her case was unique, and her chances of remembering were lower than those of her remembering in a stressful scenario or an incident connected to her daughter Kendall. "Ma'am, just be cool alright, I think both the master, may manage the matter and-" Before Jenna could finish her remark, she was struck by a large object and passed unconscious.

"You won't remember me, or my name. But I will remember you. You're the she-wolf that almost stole the title of Alpha from me. The she-wolf that almost ruined plans five years in the making. And I won't let that happen. Those herbs will erase your memories. Unfortunately, you have a mate bond with James, so I won't be able to erase it entirely, but I can make it useless to you." Elizabeth felt her feet give way beneath her, and she collided with the ground. ________________________________ Elizabeth woke up groggy, holding her head. Had she collapsed outside her own front door? She grasped her head. Has she tripped over something? What happened? She glanced at the front step, a note left on

“I am not.” Her brows twitched, her broken voice asked, “You are not lying?” “I am not.” “Y-you forgot me?” Her voice cracked even more. “You forgot everything?” My gaze flickered to her hands. They were pulling at her skirt, and I wished to hold them just for some seconds, to help her understand me. “I don't know what I can say to make you believe me. I would never willingly hurt you with something this serious. I can’t.” “Did you sell your memories? Or did you hit your head on the ground?”

Richard watched across the room as Meena's eyes got round with some unknown emotion. "I'll beg your pardon! I am not a thing to be kept safe or tended to. I am a woman! And I want to be loved and cherished, and if you can't do that, then I will not marry you! EVER!" With that, she stomped on his foot to emphasize her point, turned and fled the entry way.