Forget Me Not Book Novels & Stories

Ruby explained as she stabbed a carrot with her fork before putting it in her mouth. "If that's the case then how do I remember what I forgot?" "I'm not sure but according to the book that I've read, you didn't really lose your memories. Your body forgets it when you die, or get dunked in the river but not your soul. According to the author if you want to remember certain things must trigger the memories and perhaps traveling would really help you." "Wow, that was no help at all. I planned on traveling in the first place, I didn't need you to tell me my whole plan." The witch frowned at the demon's rudeness.

,I walk towards my room, shutting the door behind me,as tears stream my face. I sob to my heart's content,my thoughts bitter and heart pained. He's probably moved on,happy. I hug my knees to my chest,crying like I have never cried before. What should I do to forget him?

It was like she never grinned or even know how to smile as her mute and expressionless face stared remain still. "I have to kill" She stated "If I don't do it, I will always have to force myself to forget about the person if I live long" Alita removed her gaze from Mia and looked towards the direction of Alitalia but the girl was no longer there "You will miss me when I am gone" she added.

I really miss him calling me sunshine. Why do I still remember you, Levi? When you already forget me. I erased your memory but forgot to erase mine. I did not erase my memory intentionally. It's just I don't want to forget you. I don't want to forget the joy of love. I want to remember you. Remember what you look like. No matter if it's been a thousand or ten thousand years. Whether you still remember me or not. I'll remember you always. You are my beautiful mistake. That I never want it to fade from my mind and heart. I want to keep you safe in my heart's secret locker. So that I can cherish you all my life. I can't be with you. But I can keep you, your beautiful smile, and all the beautifu

Tabitha looked disgusted, “to burn it, silly girl. That book shouldn’t exist. If you don’t believe me, you can watch me burn it.” “I will. But I don’t even know where this Helena is or how to kill her. I don’t even know why this all happened to me and why and if it made me kill people. I need your help to remember more, Tabitha. You need to do that weird thing where you go inside my head again.”

But wait how did I know that I was being hit-on? Well I don’t care about that now. I really want to remember the bookstore. Hmmm. While I am in my deep thoughts my phone vibrates it’s an email because I heard the notification is *ting* I pick my phone from my pocket and I saw the email from Novela Bookstore. Oh right! Oliver also connects my email from the bookstore to know the updates of my book. I forgot to look at my phone. Well Now that I already know it. What’s the use of me being outside? Well I can already have the information I want to know.

"I must not forget." .

For the past three years, I had written hundreds of them. Before this, Giselle had thoughtfully kept all the notes in a small box. Now, every single one of them had been crumpled into a ball and thrown away with the kitchen waste. A new sticky note was pressed onto the fridge door. The handwriting was unfamiliar and bold. "From now on, just ask me if you need anything. I'm the only one who'd never hurt you." Signed off by Jasper. Did he think I was dead, saying something like that to my wife while claiming his place so brazenly, in my very own home?

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.

Until Liz. Until I felt that bond rip through me. It hadn’t come gently. It hadn’t whispered or eased its way into my soul. It had thundered loud and shattering like it had always been there, buried, waiting for her name to be spoken aloud inside me. Waiting for my heart to remember hers. And now I couldn’t forget. Not even if I wanted to. Not even if I had to. I turned back to the book in front of me and forced my eyes to focus on the page.