Forget Mr Novels & Stories

mr Paul stammered “ you what ? Don’t you have mouth to talk smoothly? Or you’ve suddenly become a stammerer ?” Qin asked furiously. “ I just wanted……..” mr Paul started talking but stopped when his phone started ringing. “ good morning alright we will be there in few minutes “ he said after touching the receive button. “ it’s the doctor he said Fred just remembered something that can help him recover his memory fully “ mr Paul said after disconnecting the call . Qin quickly stood up walking out

Kiran never forgot Josh or how he’d helped him after he lost his memories and they remained close all these years later. “I guess I’m pretending to have amnesia,” I said and he laughed. “So, you need a place to crash or what?” he asked me, his voice turning serious. “I want an introduction,” I said to him. “What kind of introduction?” he asked me, looking like he was making a million-dollar business deal. “The man that runs the underground fight nights,” I said and he started to laugh at me. “No way, man,” he said and shook his head. “We ain’t ruining that pretty face of yours.”

I hope we can chat more tomorrow Me: hey Ethan! I’d like that Ethan: that’s great! I’ll text you in a bit Me: okay ttyl I put my phone away and noticed Zach giving me a look, “who was that?” “If you must know, it was Ethan,” I told him. He scoffed and turned his head, “I don’t like that guy.” Marcus coughed and I had a feeling he had something to say about Zach’s dislike of Ethan. As soon as Finn and Marcus split away from me and Zach, I was bombarded with memories of last night. I killed my mother. Shouldn’t I feel more remorseful? But god, she was horrible. I can’t even imagine what things were like before I lost my memories.

Kemira I needed this. So fucking bad. I sat for like five minutes knotted to him and every time I felt him reduce the knot, I squeezed him making him swell again. Needless to say I know I’m playing with fire but I’m on birth control and his knotting of me felt good as hell. I mean he is so amazing with the way he makes my body react to him. I love everything about him. But the fact that I asked him to help give me a new core memory so I could forget about this place was so worth it. He took me to highs I have only ever had with him. I can’t wait to get on the plane for home because I need him again.

"Your memory is amazing. With so many graduates, you still remember me?" "Marc… Marc. How could anyone forget the only student who made Ms. Retno cry out of fear?" Mr. Munir chuckled, walking side by side with his former student. "I still shake my head whenever I remember how you put that snake in her desk drawer." Marc grinned, recalling those wild school days. Some parts of the school had changed, but the memories of his mischief and punishments still lingered. "Mr. Moon, do you remember my brother, Irfan?" he asked, getting straight to the point.

Mirena froze and just like that, the anger that had been driving her forward stalled and standing there, out in the evening air, her anger melted into something more bone biting. She bit down on her lower lip and after a second of hesitation, she muttered. “He doesn’t remember…” Ada blinked, confusion instantly taking over her features. “He doesn’t remember?” she repeated. “Doesn’t remember what?” Her brows furrowed as she quickly glanced at her watch. The date on her watch showed there were still eight months left before Mirena’s birthday. So it couldn’t be that. Then what? What exactly had he forgotten that could upset Mirena like this?

She pulled her hand away from Kingsley and opened her mouth, “Um… Mrs Aguilar! I am sorry if I made you recall bad memories. But bad memories do not mean that we should stop talking about them. You should keep talking. When you share bad memories, they become less painful with every retelling. Then only happy memories remain. Bad memories fade away, but happy memories get brighter. “Look at me. I was a kid when my mom passed away. I only have a few pieces of memories to remember her by. But you had so many memories of your friend; keep reliving them. That way, you will keep them alive in your memory. And from how you look now, it is clear that you miss them. It is okay to miss them. Don’t fe

I sank into Kane's arms, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth where no one would see. Of course, I knew what Mnemowort could do. It would be excruciating, but there was a good chance it would bring back his memory. I couldn't let that happen, not yet. Not until my game was over.

My girlfriend of ten years, Whitney Lovell, was the company's CEO. She claimed business was slow and cut my salary in half. Then I came across a post from her assistant, Jude Horton, bragging on social media about how lucky he was. [My boss gave me a raise and even bought me a luxury car so I wouldn't have to tire myself out commuting to work. She's so sweet!] The photo showed him and Whitney standing together in front of his brand-new luxury car, looking like a happy couple. I thought it over for a moment, then hit the like button. That afternoon, Whitney called an emergency meeting. She accused me of creating trouble at work and withheld my entire month's salary. Then she handed the

I was an elite sniper in the special forces, and my best friend was a brilliant sniper too. She died after enduring unimaginable torture when she was captured while covering my escape. The military's top brass and her father, a general, demanded that I reveal the truth about that mission so they could honor her as a fallen hero. However, in front of everyone, I claimed I could not remember a thing. Her father was so enraged that he vomited blood on the spot. My comrades called me a coward and a traitor. Just when I was about to be sent before a military court, my fiancé, Sean Lawson, stood against the opposition and saved me. He promised to take me away from all the trouble. However, the