Forget Me Not Book Novels & Stories

I had felt like a monster, a creature who didn't deserve the title of Alpha or Mate. But here was a Gatekeeper of the ancient world, demanding proof that I wasn't just a hollow shell. It wanted proof that I was capable of love. I could show them. I could give them a memory, and Remy would see. She would know that despite the spell, despite the darkness, the truth lived in my heart. I closed my eyes. I reached into the archives of my mind, searching for the brightest, most undeniable memory I possessed. The Meadow. I pulled it forward.

Fortunately, with the help of my friends in Italy and Greece, I finished my schooling in business course and applied as Barack's secretary who is now my fiancé. My heart was heavy upon reminiscing the past. It was squeezing me inside, preventing me from breathing smoothly. I did not know what happened afterwards, my mind was nowhere to be found. The next thing I just knew was we were already inside the van and my son was watching the colourful lights outside. I motioned my hands to my face and noticed my wet cheeks. I immediately wiped it with my fingers and heaved a heavy deep breath. Am I really ready to face my past and remember the forgotten?

I said while walking away from her. She just watched me walk away from the same position I left her in. I got to my office, since I had nothing to do, I decided to open my laptop and began to surf on the internet. I came across an interesting article about a drug which is capable of completely wiping a person’s memory. The article explained that when this particular drug is injected into your system it wipes your memory completely in 3 days, but to me at that point it seemed like a myth. I thought of my situation and decided the save the article for later reference but I never thought that my situation was caused by this drug. I had no idea what to do so I called Abigail to my office.

But I won’t be a pawn anymore. I’m done playing. I won’t beg. I won’t chase. He can act like I never existed— Then I’ll show him what real forgetting looks like. Not just pretending. Erasing. It’ll hurt. God, it’ll hurt. But I didn’t survive all those sleepless nights, all that heartbreak, just to hear in the end: "I don’t even remember you." No. Now I will forget. And this time… completely.

"Happy to see me? I'm your coworker now!" "It's so good to have you here." I smiled and pulled her in for a hug, feeling glad to have a friend by my side at work. "By the way, how much do you remember about the past?" she curiously asked after we let go. I frowned and tried to recall, but a lot of memories were missing. Seeing my troubled expression, she gently explained, "You took a memory loss pill and forgot many things. If you can't remember, don't force it."

Dominic squinted as he read it aloud: "Memento Oblitus." Victoria’s eyes widened in sudden realization. "Remember the forgotten!" she echoed, her voice breathless with excitement. In a flurry of motion, she rushed toward Dominic and snatched the old, crumbling book from his hands. Dust puffed into the air, filling the small cabin with the scent of aged parchment. Her face lit up with an almost childlike joy as she ran her fingers across the brittle pages. "This… this is exactly the answer we’ve been searching for!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with newfound hope.

I placed the picture on my table and flipped the page again expecting another picture to fall out but instead, I saw an acknowledgment note. To the absolute love of my life, Nathaniel Carter. I understand how confused and disoriented losing your memory must make you feel but I do hope this book helps you to answer all of your questions and I hope you can remember me again. You know where to find me(that is if you remember me again) I love you so much, Nathaniel and I miss you badly that it hurts.

Or is forgetting a mercy? Chapter 97 brings FULL MEMORY RETURN! END OF CHAPTER NINETY-SIX

And yet, buried in the middle of all those impossible lines, were three words I recognized. Do not forget. My pulse quickened. “Forget what?” I whispered, staring at the page. The room didn’t answer. For a moment, I wanted to tear the page out, burn it, destroy whatever it was that had come from me. But then I remembered Nia’s laugh, Wayne’s little hum, Dexter’s stubbornness when his handwriting didn’t line up straight. I couldn’t bring my darkness into this place. So, I closed the book, locked it in the drawer, and smiled at the empty room as though it were full of life, then I left to go get lunch too, then the day was over.

, I explained, digging my hands into my head and hissing out of frustration Just then, something clicked in my head and immediately, I froze in my tracks. “Was I having a messed memory now? Or was I beginning to forget things?” I silently asked myself as I drifted off in thoughts. The book had gone missing in the library…not here in the room. How could I have forgotten something as sensitive as that? “The book was not here…it was in the library”, I said under my breath as I scampered off to the library, hoping that it was opened for me to do my search.