Forget Me Not Book Ellie Terry Novels & Stories

The whisper shattered me. “What?” Elara looked down. Ashamed. “Not completely.” Her fingers tightened around the notebook. “But pieces fade.” Pain twisted sharply through my chest. Because I knew exactly what she meant. Memory wasn't permanent. It changed. Blurred. Softened. And that felt like betrayal even when it wasn't. I took the notebook carefully again. “Can I keep reading?” She nodded. I turned another page. Then another. The letters continued. Not just to Lily. To herself.

I convinced myself to remain positive but overthinking and negativity was invading my thoughts which I greatly fear of. "Gosh, Elaine! Where on earth are you?! Why aren't you answering my call! I kept ringing you earlier but you didn't care to respond! My son is missing! Could you please help me and find some ways to look for him! I'm almost fainting here in worry, care to consider that?!" I screeched as soon as Elaine picked up. There was a silence for a moment before she replied, "I'm sorry for not answering you immediately, Yzabelle. Don't worry, I already found him. We are on our way back there. I found him with a man playing with him."

⸻ It simply observed. 👁️ ⸻ For eternity. ⸻ Watching possibilities become realities. Watching realities become memories. Watching memories become legends. ⸻ Never acting. ⸻ Never choosing. ⸻ Never participating. ⸻ 🌙 Elian Remembers Suddenly— Elian grabbed his head. ⚡ Pain exploded across his face. 💥 ⸻ Hidden memories surfaced. ⸻ Thousands. Millions. ⸻ A forgotten truth. ⸻

It wasn’t only a great way to get her foot in the door; it could also help her convince her husband that she wasn't the Elvie he used to know. Not that she remembered more, but every night, she awakened with tears streaming in her eyes and memories flooding back, night after night, of crying, pain, and longing. Somehow, even with her amnesia, her heart remembers the pain. And she promise to herself that she would never let her guard down on Zander. Husband or not, she would never let him belittle her again. She would never allow her to hurt her in any way. Entering the building's parking lot, Elvie marvelled at how massive the building was.

I said to Fabian, "Honestly, I don't remember much of our past." His eyes grew red-rimmed when he heard me, but he forced a smile. "Anya, I came to confess something. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I think I should tell you the truth," he said. "Do you remember the vitamins I gave you a few months ago? They weren't really vitamins but an experimental drug I developed. They can erase parts of a person's memory, and they haven't been released outside the lab."

I answered her sourly. "Ellie landed last night. Apparently she doesn't need her memories returned because her mate's mark not only broke through our memory spell, but also through our bindings. So, not only has she had her memory back for a while now, but she can also do rudimentary elemental magic also. She was just pretending like she was debating on turning to see if her sister would tell her the truth about who she really was. So, you can tell Josie that Ellie knows, and now she knows that Josie is aware as well so she can be expecting a call from her cousin, as I gave her Josie's number during our conversation last night." She sighed before explaining the situation to me.

“Yes, you would have, dear. All I did was remind you that you are capable of anything you set your mind to. You did the rest.” Memory took a deep breath and found a way to let Ellie go. “Call me.” She nodded, and Memory remembered that she said she would if she could—whatever that meant. Memory wasn’t too worried about it, though. She had Ellie’s number. She could always call her if she didn’t get in touch soon. “Take care, Memory.” Fighting tears, Memory covered her mouth with her hand and watched Ellie walk out the door, feeling as if she were losing her grandmother all over again.

I now have a bunch of new books to read on my book app, and it kept me away from the unwanted attention of the bar patterns. “Wasn’t that fun?” Ellie asks, throwing her stuff on the floor by the door and kicking off her shoes. “Sure, lots of fun,” I reply, trying not to sound too ungrateful at my friend's attempt to cheer me up. She pauses in front of me and sighs. “You asked me to keep you from thinking about Seymore and this mess with Conner. The only thing that comes to mind is a night out at the bar,” she huffs, throwing her hands up on her hips like a disappointed parent.

I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. Ellie’s eyes lit up with realization. “Oh my gosh, I forgot my manners! Magdalene, this is Melody.” Magdalene’s eyes widened slightly in recognition, her expression softening just a bit. “Come on, let’s get you something to eat.” “Great, I’m starving,” Ellie sighed, only to be met with a stern look from Magdalene. “I wasn’t talking to you. Dishes now, Eliot.” “You know I hate it when you call me Eliot,” Ellie pouted, stomping her foot in mock frustration before turning to me. “I’ll be right back.”

“August 15: Elliot will be the hardest to break. But he will break, just like the others.” Elliot’s breath caught in his throat. His name. They had known he would come here, long before he’d even received the invitation. He flipped through the pages frantically, searching for anything that might explain why. His heart stopped when he reached the last entry. “The truth is not what he remembers. He will see. He must.” The words blurred in his vision as memories he had buried deep began to resurface—his brother’s face, the sound of his laughter, the day he’d fallen…