Forget Me Not Book Ellie Terry Novels & Stories

Ellie For 21 years of my life, I've had that book with me. It was gifted to me by the vampire king, the man I dreaded the most deep down. I read it word for word. I read it to heart. During the times of my childhood, I read it as bedtime stories; reading it calmed my mourning soul. It helped me find the right paths of love even after having to lose my parents, the only ones I thought that cared about us. It led me to Murray, the man who found me wandering in the Pack's library in search of more books to read. He offered it to me at my lowest point in my life when I felt all hope was lost. When I felt lost. And ever since then, I have gathered more books that speak of the Royalties and their

"I’ve forgotten everything that’s happened in the past few years since I turned twenty-one. That’s why I asked you for that email earlier. I remember Samuel, but I don’t remember what I said to him when we were in contact because I deleted those emails myself." Philip was silent for a while, seemingly digesting what she had just said. "So, you don’t remember the Blake family fire six years ago or the recent explosion case?" he asked. Ella pursed her lips. "I don’t remember anything. My knowledge of these events is limited to what people around me have told me and what I’ve read in the news and newspapers." Philip rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. He had thought that contacti

I pursued my older sister’s best friend relentlessly for three whole years before she finally agreed to a secret relationship with me. However, after five hidden years together, right as I was preparing to propose, I overheard a conversation between her and her friends. "Your first love is about to return to the country. How do you plan to handle that substitute boyfriend of yours?" "Make sure you have a solid excuse when you break up with him. Don't make it too ugly, or Cora will never forgive you if she finds out her little brother got hurt." After a long silence, she made her decision. "Then I'll just fake amnesia. I'll pretend I forgot the past five years. Since it was a secret relat

She sat down behind the bus driver as the doors closed behind her. Ellie pulled out the phone her mom had given her in the car before they had left and turned it on. She scrolled through the apps, noticing a notification indicating she had 3 new text messages. She ignored the notifications and opened the audiobook application. Her finger scrolled through the books loaded on the phone and the books she could d******d. She pulled out the headphones that came with the phone, plugged them in, and scrolled through the preloaded classics on the app. Tears came to her eyes as she saw Pride and Prejudice. She hit play, settled her head against the glass window, closed her eyes, and listen to the soo

"You got a friend inside the police department? When did this happen?" "Long before. I don't remember how we became friends either." "That's new. You never forget. How did you forget about this?" Everly asked, "What do you mean she never forgot?" Bernie answered her, "Yeah, I don't know if it was genetic but she never forgot about anything. She remembers everything." "That's cool!" I said, "No, it's the worst." "Hey, I gotta have some work back in the cafe. I'll see you guys later." And walked out of Bernie's room.

I started the car and drove out of the hospital grounds but not without noticing the car following me behind. I had no problem with it because I already knew who it belonged to. The car was silent apart from the little sound coming from Ellie’s fingers that were constantly tapping on the door. “So…..you still remember that?” She asked, in an attempt to start a conversation. “I do Ellie and a lot of other things about you,” I answered without looking at her. I can never forget anything about her except the memory of that event was taken from my brain. She’s everything to me, my whole fucking world and nothing would change that.

Although I felt relief as those painful memories slowly faded, a new fear began to take root—the fear of forgetting entirely. Forgetting the things I cared about. Forgetting the truth I had been waiting for. When I tried to recall what exactly I was waiting for, I realized I could barely remember anymore. Then, one day, a call broke through the fog. On the other end, a man's voice rang with excitement. "The men have been released. I’ve uncovered some new leads. Give me one more month, and I swear I’ll get to the truth. You’ll finally be proven innocent, and you can have a happy family again."

What if he is a player? "Of course I do, Ellie. I love you with everything in me," the guy pulls me to the cubicle, and he doesn't leave. I feel somehow self-conscious. I am naked with a guy in the bathroom. The guy starts to wash me so carefully and my eyes remain on him. Why can't I remember? "What happened to me?" I whisper and he pauses for a while before resuming to clean my fingers. "The girl you killed attacked you and erased your memories. Look, Ellie, everything will make sense when you remember, but for now, don't trust anyone aside from your mum and me, okay?"

“Mr. Zeller, shall we continue? Miss Lily’s memories have already been extracted twice. She’s been cooperative, but her mental state seems unstable. I suggest we pause for now.” “Pause? Emily’s missing! She’s been gone for five days. She’s never suffered a day in her life, and now she could be in danger. I need to find her right now!” Ben’s voice thundered with fury, and Mr. Wilson immediately fell silent. He turned back to the controls and continued the hypnosis. This time, I dreamed of the day Emily disappeared. Three days before she disappeared, Ben bought me a piano and told me to practice. It wasn’t because he cared about me. He just thought I didn’t act like a daughter from a wealthy f

They moved at once, urgency replacing the earlier silence. Emilio remained in the study, his gaze sweeping across the room one last time. The overturned desk. The shattered window. Books scattered across the floor. Then his eyes settled on the heavy curtain by the window. It was almost completely drawn. A memory surfaced. Years ago, Luciano had pulled the curtain aside with a smile. "If the worst ever happens," he had said, "it's just big enough to hide one very stubborn little girl." Emilio's breath caught. He crossed the room and pulled the curtain aside.