Forget Me Twice Carina Taylor Novels & Stories

I answer it anyway. “Hello.” “Memories can kill. Maybe it’s better that she doesn’t remember.” A voice says over the phone. “Who is this?” There’s no answer, the line goes dead. I hang up the phone and stare at it as if that’s going to make the number appear, or the caller call back. Then it hits me that I'd better call Mikey. I dial his number. “What’s up, Bryce?” “I got a strange call.” “And?” “And the caller told me that maybe it’s better that Tanya doesn’t remember because memories can kill.”

I didn't breathe as she began a slow, sensual strut up and down the runaway, and when her eyes eventually found me, a sea of green perusing me across that space, something moved in my chest. For a second, we stared at each other, and it was just us in this large hall. Then she looked away and continued wowing the crowd. The room exploded with deafening applause as she finished with an elegant twirl and left, without another glance at me. Laura Hayes stood there in her full, blinding light, looking exactly like she did five years ago. Only this time, she was bolder…more beautiful…and that was when I knew. My life had just taken a one-way ticket to fuck town.

“Your twin, Kira, knows. She was there then, and so were you.” The words landed like blows, and Kayla’s mind raced, trying to remember. But there was nothing there. The night Caroline died was a blank space in her memory, a hole where something should have been. She had asked Kira about it. Specifically, why they had to leave the pack twelve years ago, and she knew Caroline’s demise was part of the reasons. Kira also told her she had been hurt, and after she gained consciousness, she lost part of her memory. Perhaps it was a way for her mind to protect itself by forgetting. She had accepted that story and put it behind her.

“I don’t know who I really am, Kaya. I don’t know why I forget things or why I remember things that never happened. But I know I want to see you smile.” Her eyes gloss over. She quickly looks down so I will not see the tears building. “You shouldn't do this for me,” she says. “It is too much.” “No,” I whisper. “Maybe I need to.” She takes a shaky breath and walks up to the car. Her hand rests gently on the hood like she is touching a memory instead of metal. Her voice is almost too soft to hear. “Flynn… why did you pick this specific car?” She turns to face me, a confused and hurt expression on her face. Like she is remembering something too.

I called him slowly. He nodded to proceed. "What happened to Allen? Why did she stay alone in that room?" "Allen lost her memory in an accident and she doesn't like to mingle with anyone after that incident. Slowly, she started recovering from that incident. If she get scared by seeing someone or something she will get fainted and that is the thing she is kept alone in that room."

“First my mate and now my son. I don’t know when will this end! Do you say that she doesn’t remember a thing? Then how come she reacted so strongly when Scarlet egged her with a particular memory.“ Caroline lifted her chin in challenge. “Don't think that I know nothing ‘drowning in water’ it was that woman’s favorite thing to do. If that girl reacted so strongly after hearing it I hardly doubt that she forgot anything. I bet she is just pretending not to know so that you will play to her tune. She just wants to wash her hands of what her parents did, something she will never be able to! The sins they committed can never be forgotten!“

Outside, Giselle sat on the concrete ground, crying her heart out. I turned around, picked up my wrench, and walked back toward the old car waiting to be repaired. Absolutely nothing could prompt me to take another look at her. A devotion that came far too late was nothing but dirt.

Unconsciously, she bit her lip, holding back the emotions that welled up in her chest. The memory, the dark figure that destroyed his past, resurfaced in his mind. Max's figure was always swirling around in her memory, haunting like a dark shadow that never really disappeared. She could ignore it for a moment, but it returned in the form of a recurring nightmare, forcing Caroline to remember, even though she desperately wanted to forget. Slowly, she nodded weakly, her gaze lowered again, trying to hide the emotions running through her eyes. "It's never easy," she said in a voice that was almost a whisper. "Too many... too many memories that I should be able to forget, but they never really g

She didn't want anyone to notice that she was gone. She slept until noon and still didn't want to move. The sun was shiny, high, and bright - all the things she wasn't feeling. Anya remembered being on the cliff, but she didn't remember how or when she got home. Everything was just blank after that. She sat up, lit up a Marlboro menthol, and turned on her radio. She went over to her closet and chose a black leather tank top and black leather pants. She was twenty-one years old, and everyone who knew her or saw her was scared, turned on, or both. They had many reasons to be scared. The last guy who hit on her would never be hitting on another innocent girl for the rest of his life. How could

I assured her. "Thank you so much. Now let's go talk to your handsome friend." Her sassy self was back. "He's not my friend." "Keep telling yourself that." …………… For sixteen days now, I have been going through gruesome exercises. I didn't think I would survive but I did.