Forget Me Twice Carina Taylor Novels & Stories

With that I headed to the sleeping chambers. Emery’s P.O.V The last thing that I remembered was the coppery taste of blood and then darkness. In my own mind, I had flashbacks of when I was younger. Memories that I had thought I had suppressed long ago came flooding back to me in an instant. When I was six, I saw me, doing things with my hands, moving objects and blasting things with my mind. It terrified me to the point of where I begged my mother to let me forget what I could do. Even then, I was able to still communicate with others through telepathy. One of my greatest gifts, as my mother had put it when I was older. My mother complied only because even she thought I was too young to expe

"Let me go or I'll call the police." "And what do you want to say to them?" He suddenly wanted to know with amusement in his voice. He knew who she was, how she looked, how she was. He hadn't forgotten her. Just as defiant as two years ago. Why did he all of a sudden go on duet? An icy shiver ran down her spine. She tried to push him away, but he didn't move an inch. Just smirked at her. Oh god, why was she so stubborn and run into his house? When he watched her it was clear what he wanted from her and she ... sweat of fear formed on her forehead. "Let me go." She breathed. When he made no move to step away from her, she whispered a quiet "Please." But that didn't seem to impress him either.

If I wanted her to believe me and see the truth that I'm really her brother, I had to find the memories that had lasted, the ones that stayed with us even when I couldn’t remember everything. Memories of the orphanage, the hardships we endured together, the cold nights, lack of food, and the distant caregivers all came back in flashes. Ryan and I had survived together, and now I had to get through this alone. But just surviving wasn’t enough. Sophia needed to see me, believe me, and trust that I was who I said I was.“If I don’t remember,” I said quietly, “she’ll never believe me.” I realized there was only one way forward for this problem. I had to remember, honestly remember something, befo

Her gaze locked on the box, eyes burning. Inside were the letters she'd written him in secret. Sketches drawn in quiet, stolen moments. She'd forgotten them after she came back to life. And now he'd flung them at her feet. She knew how it looked. Knew how hollow her words must have sounded. In her first life, she had schemed—just to stay close. And Theron, who didn't know she had already died once, could only see another ploy. But this time... she truly didn't dare love him.

She had left with proof, leverage, and enough timing to turn a fake wedding into a public execution. Damian walked off the altar. He did not look at Serena again. "Find Eve." Matteo hesitated. "The helicopter didn't file a route. The pilot spoofed the tracker." "Then find the lawyer. Find the doctor. Find the damn snow she stepped on if you have to." "Boss."

During that time, because I insisted on rebuilding our emotional connection, we slept in separate rooms. Then one day, while Emily was working, I walked over holding a plate of sliced mangoes and gave her a big smile. "Emily, I think I'm starting to remember things." She froze. Her face showed nothing—no joy, no fear. "I remember you love mangoes. You used to call me every day after work and ask me to cut some up for you." It was like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over her head. Her blood ran cold.

I pressed my palm against the cold stone, as if the marble could carry my words into her soul. “You can rest now, Mama. You can be reborn in peace, knowing I am no longer at their mercy.” My voice cracked. “But I wish… I wish I could remember. That day. The day they said I killed you. No matter how hard I try, the memory is locked away, hidden from me. If only I could just remember, I could prove them all wrong. I could shout to the world that I am not the monster they painted me to be.”

Mom cried “Mom! I’m not sick. Why do we need a doctor?” She cried again “Calm down.” I went near her “It’s me.” I hugged her and I cried “I miss you so much.” “No, you’re lying. My brother doesn’t love me.” “I love you.” I said “He loves you so much. You’re his princess remember?” “No. I don’t believe you. He wouldn’t leave me if I am his princess.” She sobbed A doctor came to check her. “What happened to her right now is a trauma. Because she tried to drown herself, memories may come back to her whenever she is sad.” The doctor said

Myra couldn't explain why, but since waking up from her coma three years ago with no memories of what happened, she's been inexplicably drawn to wild beasts and felt a strong need to help and care for them. "What did you want, Taylor?" she said with a kind smile. “It’s closing time, and Mr. Carson, the handsome prosecutor, called again, reminding you not to forget your date, which you've failed to keep for the past fifty-one times, despite his requests over the past year. Seriously, you need to get out more and stop being so obsessed with the clinic.”

The shorter of the two men narrowed his eyes at me, tilting his head slightly to see me better. His eyes flashed with suspicion before he spoke to his taller friend."Yes, you're right. She does look like her! Now that you say it, she looks a hell of a lot like the world-famous slut. And she has a twin sister too. Damn, you're her, aren't you? Or are you the other one?"I took a slow breath, trying to remain composed. Being busted now would blow everything. I didn't even know where the auction was yet, and I hadn't even met their so-called boss. I had to roll with this.