Forget Me Not Book Novels & Stories

"Nessa, when you read this, your new life begins. Don't dwell on the past, and don't try to uncover who you used to be. Trust me, move forward with determination. You have what it takes to live a brilliant life. "Also, never believe in love or any nonsense men spout. People change. No one is ever truly reliable. The only person you can count on is yourself. You must love yourself first and foremost." She folded the note and slipped it into her pocket, ready for herself to find when she woke. The airport speakers announced the final boarding call. "Passenger Nessa Hill, your flight is about to depart. Please proceed to Gate H25 immediately." Courtney pulled out the vial of memory-erasing poti

"Hannie, don't forget to feed Evie's dog today." Trevor Hayes' voice came through the phone—the voice I would never forget. I stood frozen, unable to believe what I was seeing. Outside the window, "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" played faintly, as if the holidays refused to end. I rushed to the mirror. My skin was smooth again, and the scar was completely gone. Then, it hit me. I, Hannah Shaw, had come back to life.

Although I survived, the doctors said my brain had suffered severe trauma, causing memory issues. One moment, I might remember something; the next, it would be gone. So, I developed the habit of keeping a diary. I flipped through the entries, realizing that almost all of them were about Caleb. Of course they were. I liked him and pursued him for seven years. I was terrified that I might forget him. So I wrote about him again and again, as if I could carve those feelings into my mind. But now, I had finally realized that I'd been a fool for these past seven years.

And I didn’t remember why we were in the library. Until Mia said, “We just saw the book.” And I said, “What book?” Damian’s POV – After We reviewed our journals. Only Mia remembered the book. Only Nyx remembered touching it. The rest of us had blank entries. Even I, who never left her side, had nothing logged for that hour. “I think the book doesn’t want to be known,” the Fifth said. “I think it exists only long enough to remind us of something we chose to forget.”

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Like the room itself didn’t want me getting closer. The notebook sat perfectly still beneath the dim light. Waiting. I reached for it slowly. My hands trembled badly now. When I touched the cover— Another flash hit me. My own handwriting. Fast. Panicked. Writing over and over across paper: DON’T TRUST THE MEMORIES. DON’T GO BACK. IF YOU FORGET AGAIN— RUN. The vision vanished instantly. I jerked backward sharply. The notebook slipped from my hands and hit the floor. Pages spilled open. And there—

What if I didn't remember and he tricked me into being with him without the promise I needed? The last memory hit me of that night. I was distracted with the realization that soon I wouldn't remember using this book. How much would it take away from this moment? Would I still have the memory of me telling him I would only be with him if he made an unbreakable promise? Would everything be okay? That thought was cut off instantaneously as I snapped my head towards the book. "What. This." I couldn't even comprehend what was happening. More memories were being forced out of my mind. "I said only the day of our engagement." I rushed out to remind the book like it could understand that I didn't as

"Yes. And the funny part was that I did not even know." I looked up at him. "I forgot everything," he continued. "Everything about you, about us, about what we had. It was just gone. And this book sat in a box in my apartment for years and I never thought to look at it because I did not remember that it mattered." I wanted to call him a liar. Wanted to throw the book at his face and tell him that whatever story he was trying to sell, I was not buying it. But I could not speak. Could not do anything except sit there with my diary in my lap and my throat tight and my eyes burning.

As she followed him out into the night, Camila realized two things: One: she'd just agreed to live in her mysterious, grumpy boss's property. Two: the man who claimed not to remember her had a photo of her on his phone. And she was going to find out why. Why she also can’t remember properly how or where she took that photo. But that person is definitely her.

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