Forget Me Twice Carina Taylor Novels & Stories

In that moment, a flood of memories from four years ago washed over me, each one resurfacing with vivid clarity. The room became a canvas upon which the past unfolded, revealing a tapestry of emotions and events that had shaped my life. In the enchanting realm of memories, four years ago, I held the illustrious title of Missus Summer Ramey Carter, a bewitching embodiment of grace and elegance. Amidst of my existence, I was entangled in a profound love, a love that tragically eluded the discerning eyes of a man unable to fathom the depths of my intrinsic value. As memories kept flashing back, a sudden noise and the sound of a slamming door jerked me out of my painful daydream.

Carista asked impatiently, her face turning pale, and her lips grew cold. "I don't remember, but I read the name on the back. If I'm not mistaken, the name was... Gabriel!" Taylor said. In an instant, Carista fainted in Taylor's arms. Everything went dark, but her ears could still hear Taylor's voice, even though her body was powerless. "Elgar Gabriel, did you kill my mother?"

“You’ve done more than enough, Caro. This whole plan exists because of you.” “I know,” Carolina said. “But it doesn’t feel like enough. Not when my best friend’s walking into a literal memory-erasing lab to save the man who nearly ruined her life.” Katherine’s eyes glinted. “You make it sound so insane when you say it out loud.” “It is insane,” Carolina said with a snort. Then her voice softened. “But I get it.” Katherine swallowed. “Do you?” “I do,” Carolina said. “You love him. In spite of everything. And you’re still fighting for the version of him that remembered you. That chose you. That laughed in your kitchen and danced with you barefoot at midnight.”

“Or inside your head.” I rest my fingers on the keyboard. The system asks for a twelve-character sequence. I close my eyes for a moment, letting my mind drift. Maeve. Secret. Confrontation. And then a memory nudges at the edge of my mind—small, almost insignificant, but insistent. I see a bar. Low light. Maeve and I sitting at a table, three empty drinks already between us. She’s laughing loudly, in that exaggerated way of hers. I’m drawing something on a napkin.

I'm a lot more than that now. "Over here, Ms." I remove my sunshade as I smile brightly at the middle-aged Uber driver and wasted no time walking toward him. "Hello Mr. Cooper," I said warmly. extending my hand for a brief handshake. "Ms. Winston. It's a pleasure to serve you." Well, I'm not surprised... ___ VIN *Diamond Group Co. Buckhead, Atlanta.* Sitting on the comfortable couch in my office, my frown grows deeper and I'm in discomfort as I scroll through my phone, rereading some of the recent provoking texts she'd sent me.

Ah, everything about him was so seductive. She mouthed her thanks and downed the contents of the glass like an expert. To say she did not remember who she was would be a false statement. Perhaps she did not remember who she was as Tang Ying Xue, but even with her amnesia, she could not possibly ‘forget’ what Ying Xue was capable of doing. It was something recorded in the hippocampus of her brain. Ying Xue must have been a super drinker. “How much do you normally drink, Miss Tang?” he teased her, stroking her chin.

“Ahm, not a good time for an introduction but this is Mikea Reese. She is Enver’s secretary but due to personal reasons, she had to take indefinite leave and that is the reason why I am here.” I only introduced Mikea to Adze, Lancelot, Ferry, and Castiel since I am aware that Dashiel always comes to Enver’s office so he knows about her too. I know this is a sudden introduction but it would be rude not to introduce her to them. Mikea slightly pulled me closer to her. “You didn’t say that you were friends with the owner of Cast Magazine and the most famous car racer of Arch Fend.” And I just smiled at her. Well, I know that they are famous in their own field but as I said earlier, I didn’t exp

Maybe someone else entirely, Nora genuinely couldn’t recall. The longer she lived this second life, the blurrier certain memories got. Some days she almost doubted the rebirth had happened at all. But two things she remembered with total, permanent clarity: the flight that killed her parents, and the car that killed her brother. She’d written both down, just so she’d never risk forgetting. “Forget it. Even if he does like me, I’m not getting married. I already committed to staying single forever. Tomorrow I’ll send him back to the Fords, tell him to prep for best-man duty, and hire a new assistant.”

"Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world." Did this mean if time travel existed and that if she took part in it, she wouldn't remember anything from the new world? Like she would lose her memories? Thalia doubted it. She flipped through the book, inspecting it more cautiously. She wasn't exactly a superstitious person in any way, so there was no way all this was real. Shrugging her shoulders, she searched for a pen in her bag and recited the popular saying under her breath, "There's no harm in trying…"

Came her question, which sounded a bit stern, the happiness she had before was no longer present in her voice "You not denying it only means it's true, I took a ride down memory lane few weeks back and found out some interesting facts" I said courageously "Your name was Caroline Carter right?" I asked again but she looked surprised the more and didn't fail to show her anger "Where are you getting at young lady?" She asked with a pissed look