Forget Me Not Melissa Morgan Novels & Stories

My mind struggled to process what I was seeing. On the queen-sized bed, Melissa sat atop a naked, sweaty Morgan, straddling him. Her mini skirt was lifted upward, and she bounced off his cock, mewling like one little furry cat. She was engulfed in pleasure, completely oblivious that I was standing behind her. Morgan immediately sighted me. Instead of looking embarrassed, he simply smirked darkly, humping Melissa's pussy faster and harder over his thick length. The sight of his lewd smirk made my stomach churn in disgust. Hurriedly, I turned to leave, but Melissa finally noticed my presence.

“The big party will take place on Friday, all neighbors are invited. You too or not? " "So far I don't know anything about it." At that moment the doorbell rang and a short time later they heard a woman's voice. "This is Samantha, Mr. Mason's wife." Josh jumped up and pulled her up from the sofa as well, dragged her to the bar and motioned for her to hide. "She mustn't see you here under any circumstances." He warned her as the steps of Lara and Samantha Mason came closer. Alissa crouched on the floor and hoped that Samantha didn't think about looking around the house.

No one knew that after every single doctor's appointment, she would secretly utter a prayer for Dylan. She'd pray for him to find peace in another life, wishing they could've had a different ending together. After I eventually passed away, she burned all of the prayer scripts she'd written for Dylan. Amid the rising smoke and flames, a hollow, solemn voice echoed, "As you wish." The scene shifted once more, showing the moment I'd stepped in and quietly called off the neurosurgeons, choosing not to restore her memories. Eleanor gasped, snapping awake as the nightmare shattered.

Morgan added, trying to calm Matilda down. "What's different? Elisa just forgot Morgan's memory; what if it came back? She's still going to divorce Felix!" said Matilda, who was still adamant that Felix should divorce Elisa while she was out of her mind. "Let everything go as it is. God has given Felix and Elisa a chance to be together; after the accident, Elisa lost her memory, and their marriage was strengthened afterward," said Morgan, placing his index finger right before his wife Matilda's lips. He shook his head, then gave Matilda a quick peck on the lips that made her no longer argue.

Yuri shakes his head, “No. She isn't your wife Adrian, that's a stripper, she nothing like my sister.” “Yes,” Devon seconds. “I don't remember your wife much but that's a stripper, Capo. Her name is Medusa, we saw her show earlier, remember?” Her show? “What show?” I frown, I don't remember seeing her before now. “Before we went to the private lounge.” “She was there?” I scowl, I didn't notice, I was working on my phone the whole time everyone is preoccupied with the dancers. “Adrian, what's gotten into you?” Hunter snaps, walking outside the club with a tequila bottle. “You made a scene, If I didn't know the owner we would have been kicked out like dogs.”

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.

He shifted slightly in his chair, like he wasn't certain. “Since then,” he added carefully, “I haven’t seen her.” My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out without taking my eyes off him. Melissa. I watched her name flash across the screen once. Twice. Then I declined the call and dialed Reno instead. He answered immediately. “Find out where Mrs. Morgan went.” Silence for half a second. Then, carefully, “Sir, I don’t think—” “Before evening, Reno.” Another pause.

Melissa’s POV All around us, darkness swirled. With their hollow eyes shining dimly and their whispers filling the air, the lost souls emerged from the emptiness. I clenched my chest, attempting to ignore the unsettling whispers. Every syllable sent shivers down my spine like ice. "I lost... I forgot. Doomed. Damon gripped his blade more tightly. "Remain close, Melissa." Like a tide of hopelessness, the lost souls glided toward us rather than walking. Their spectral hands grabbed for my flesh, and as soon as they made contact, memories that weren't mine exploded in my head.

Yes, I stocked up on high-quality clothes that will last for years, but none of them were from a designer brand like this dress. I stepped out of the dressing room fifteen minutes later and noticed Melissa was arranging her makeup kit on my vanity. As I approached her, the woman turned in my direction, and for a moment, she looked as if she were stunned by something. "Wait a second, let me correct my statement ma'am. Mr. Morgan is the lucky one to have you as his woman." Melissa said, leaving me feeling a bit shy from her kind words. "You're stunning." "Thank you, Melissa."

There was no blood, no sweat, just the man she had been longing for. She held that illusion tightly, tears slipping from the corner of her eyes. When she forced her eyes open, struggling through the haze, she found that the person sitting by the bed, holding her hand, was Jasper. Time became a blur. After finishing the last month of the so-called special medication, Giselle changed. Her memory grew increasingly disordered. Her reflexes slowed, like a puppet with its soul ripped out. Even her most trusted pride, her sense of smell as a perfumer, began to fade.