Forget Me Not Book Novels & Stories

I am forever grateful to her for it. It hurt, of course, it did. Was I used to it, not entirely? I kept it away from them for 7 years. It doesn't matter now, I am in a good place in life. That memory won't be forgotten. My principle is to forgive but never forget. He ruined me, they ruined.

I nodded to show I understand One thing am sure of is that Leon doesn't want me to get my memory back I know he can't hurt me but there's something he wants me to forget forever but I will try as much to get that memory back. "What are you thinking?" He interrupted my thought again "it nothing" I replied ********************* I yawned and looked at the clock on the wall I was immersed in the book am reading the one Mr Jack got for me before they left for the lunch appointment,i was immersed in it that I don't know time has gone

“Erm, anyway, you were out on the deck drinking hot chocolate, and reading. You had my attention immediately. And from that moment I knew. I came back, night after night. Oh, how I loved to hear your laughter dancing on the night breeze…” Her face seemed twisted somewhere between pain and confusion. Was she struggling to remember? It was all so clear within my mind, and it was all the memories Aria and I had so frequently revisited together. Precious memories. It hurt that they could be so easily gone. I knew this whole experience was going to be extremely hard for me…

His energy makes me feel very cold. Clarissa whirled around in her chair. "He's here?" But she could see nothing. "You mustn't fear him anymore. I am being told this. The second man is here now. He will keep you safe. He has been searching for you for a very long time. Trust him. He is present in your life purely for you. He asks if you like the forget me nots he gave you?" Clarissa's thoughts drifted back to the small vase of forget me nots back on her kitchen table. She smiled fondly and, to her surprise, felt the unexpected onset of a blush.

“I’ll hold your hands just as gently. I promise.” Her grip tightened on the fabric of my white kaftan. I lifted her chin, brushing the tears from her lashes. “So, until then, my goddess, I pray to you… even if I forget myself…” My throat tightened. “Don’t forget me.” She lowered her gaze to the garland around her wrist, stroking the petals. “Forget-me-nots,” she whispered. “Hm?” She looked at me. “Let’s call these blue blooms forget-me-nots. Remember me in their gentleness… and I’ll remember you in them.”

“For how long?” “Until you remembered.” I looked toward Ethan afterward. “So everything was planned?” Ethan nodded slowly. “We needed you to forget.” “Why?” “Because your memories contained the location.” “The vault?” “Yes.” I suddenly remembered the black notebook. I remembered writing something inside it. A series of numbers. Then I remembered giving it to someone. I looked toward Brandon. “You had the notebook.” He nodded slowly afterward. “Yes.” “Where is it now?” Brandon looked toward my mother. She immediately stepped backward.

⸻ FINAL LOCK DETECTED LOCATION UNKNOWN ⸻ 😱 ⸻ The Book of Origins began shaking violently. 📖⚡ ⸻ Page after page tore itself apart. ⸻ As though trying to hide something. ⸻ Trying to protect something. ⸻ Trying to keep a secret buried. 💀 ⸻ Then one final page appeared. ⸻ A page nobody had ever seen. ⸻ At the top were written three words. ⸻ MEMORY ZERO ⸻ 😨 ⸻ The Father’s expression changed instantly. ⸻ “No…”

Now I'm in a place where I will be reminded of who I was every single day. ~~~ don't forget to add to your library! ✿

What was going on? My mind was a haze of scattered thoughts, of scattered memories my body seemed to reject. I didn't want to remember the look of that strange scar on the back of the strange man, or the strength in his grip when it held my throat, blocking air, making my eyes, nose, everything burn. I couldn't…I didn't want to remember! I had to find a way. Wake up Amelia! Wake the fuck up! “Well…well, Mrs. Wellington,” That…I heard that loud and clear. A deep, powerful voice pulled me out from the hazy depths of my mind.

He took the bank card and held it firmly in his palm before walking out angrily. His secretary followed behind him and asked cautiously. “Sir, where are you going?” Cleo frowned and hissed out the words between his teeth. “Vinland.” At Cleo’s words, his secretary quickly booked the earliest flight to Vinland. Cleo never got any shut-eye throughout the entire flight. His mind was in disarray. Countless scenes flashed across his mind, mingled with all kinds of conflicting feelings. When he was playing with six-year-old Cecil in the park, he remembered being happy.