Forget Me Novels & Stories

“And the shirt too, everything. Nobody has ever shot a bullet for me.” Oh, my sweet Farfalla. Pretending she doesn't know that for her sake, I've done far worse. But it's okay, I'll play into her amnesia game until I've duped her into leaving with me. Shell stop punishing me for my mistake eventually, but until then I'm keeping her in my sites. “Do you know him?” I clear my throat, watching her intently. She simply shrugs, like it doesn't matter who the man is. “No, must be a crazy fan.”

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

Summer's face had gone very still. "Gray," she said softly. "There's no fixing it," I said. "I need you to understand that. It's going to get worse. I'm going to forget things. I already do. I might forget my dad. I might forget Crew. I might forget myself eventually." I looked at her. "I don't want to forget you. I know that probably sounds strange given that you've only been in this house a short time but it's true. And I keep video clips on my phone, of conversations, of moments, so that when I lose them I can find them again."

As the fire between us flared, burning everything, hearts, souls… I was thinking about only one thing, with bitterness and sadness. It’s not too late. He’ll forget. Sooner or later, he’ll forget me. He has to. And I… I’ll remember forever.

"I don't care if you don't remember me. I will make you remember. I will build you a new memory. Just stay alive until I find you." ---

Fearing. "You must forget them." The Forgotten One says simply. "Your mates. Your family. Your love. You return to life. You live your mortal years. You die naturally. Immune to the Absolute because you forgot why you wanted to live. Forgot who you loved. Forgot what made you desperate. You become immune through amnesia. Protected through forgetting. Free through loss." Horror crashes through my fading consciousness. "I have to forget my family? My mates? My Luna? My Hope? Everyone I love? That's the price?"

“You just can’t mind your business, can you?” “"Memoriae tenebrae, dele quod scio. Oblivionis umbra, cape quod memini.” She whispered those words in in my ears and slowly everything began to get dark. I could still make out the wicked smirk of the person that I thought was my best friend. “Now you can forget”

Chapter 2 Danielle's POV: I don’t remember deciding to scream, it just tore out of me as I stumbled into the hallway. My chest burned, my throat was tight, and all I could think about was how to get away. “Danielle!” Barry called out, as his footsteps pounded behind me. He caught my arm just as I reached the corner. “Baby, stop…” “Don’t call me that.” I yanked my arm free. “Don’t you dare call me that.”

"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.

After my fiancée, Morgan Sweeney, ran away from our wedding with her first love, Leonardo Bloom, I failed my mission, and the system erased every memory I had of her. Morgan, however, believed it was just another attempt to get her attention. Hence, she accepted Leonardo's proposal, posted their engagement photos on social media, and announced their honeymoon plans. She was certain I'd eventually kneel at her feet, admit I was wrong, and beg her to love me again. What she didn't know was that I would never be able to love her again. The day I announced my own marriage, Morgan finally panicked. She rushed to my wedding in tears and begged me not to leave her behind.