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I pursued my older sister’s best friend relentlessly for three whole years before she finally agreed to a secret relationship with me. However, after five hidden years together, right as I was preparing to propose, I overheard a conversation between her and her friends. "Your first love is about to return to the country. How do you plan to handle that substitute boyfriend of yours?" "Make sure you have a solid excuse when you break up with him. Don't make it too ugly, or Cora will never forgive you if she finds out her little brother got hurt." After a long silence, she made her decision. "Then I'll just fake amnesia. I'll pretend I forgot the past five years. Since it was a secret relat

“Maya, how are you?” Maura asked, her voice tight with concern. I sank into an armchair and let out a heavy sigh. “I’m fine… but I still don’t remember anything.” “Alright,” Egor said in a firm, commanding tone. “Your mate is Arthur Gromov. He’s being held at the Council right now, and from what we can tell, Ruslan managed to wipe his memory too.” “Who?” three female voices echoed at once.

His brows were tightly furrowed as he looked at the map on his phone. Seeing me, he grabbed onto me like a lifeline. "Excuse me, how do I get to Time Cafe?" I gave him directions like any helpful stranger would. "Turn left at the intersection ahead, and it's about three hundred feet down." "Okay, thank you." He thanked me and hurried away. Time Cafe. That was a little shop I had casually mentioned to him long ago, saying the name sounded nice. The convenience store clerk had been right. People who drank the amnesia water would forget their past completely. Even if they met someone they had known before, no memory would remain.

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

His gaze hardened, more serious now. “Seriously? Vegas?” Luna’s voice rose as she shook her head. “Forget about what happened in Vegas. Have you heard the saying, ‘What happens in Vegas remains in Vegas’? Let it stay that way. This isn’t la-la land.” Luna slammed the door on her way out, the echo reverberating through the office. Bryan just stared at the door, the silence wrapping around him like a curse. How could she just forget the best night of his life so easily? how can he just forget what happened in Vegas?

On my birthday, my girlfriend Serena organized a trip to the amusement park for the five of us. When we got to the log flume, the four of them stepped right past me and took the whole front row. I froze for half a second, then said nothing and went to the second row on my own. As we plunged down the drop, all three girls cried out, "Kyle!" and threw themselves into his arms, laughing and squealing. I was still gripping the safety bar when, all at once, the three of them pulled out umbrellas and held them over their heads. The massive waterfall ahead shredded my poncho in seconds and drenched me from head to toe. Kyle turned around. "Adrian! Why don't you have an umbrella?" Serena and

Moira Turner Her hands shook as she struggled to push back the malevolence and hatred that brewed within her, it had been dormant for years, why the fuck did it choose to resurface now. She called it Mnemon, after the Titan of memories, because the other people always forgot, their eyes clouded by the truth and the monstrosity within her retreating into the depths of their ignorance. The shaking did not stop, it grew worse though as she drew nearer to school, Brett would suffer the consequences and she would go unscathed, go unpunished, sure the freak deserved it, but she wasn't clear, she'd hurt him, he deserved to know at least.

But I was still not in the mood for calls, so I decided to turn my phone off. I woke up the next morning, I didn't know when I slept in. My head was still banging, and I was reminded that my husband was dead. Last night's event kept replaying, I looked beside my nightstand, I took our wedding portrait and looked at the man I married, The one who left me a widow even though he's been gone for a long time his Memories of us were still fresh in my head. Tears filled my eyes, my sight was blurry, I placed the portrait upside down and made my way to the kitchen counter to take some medications for the headache. Knock knock (someone was knocking)

greg's eyes stared straight at me, "but she remembers me. even though she's not completely, she recognizes my voice, she can even remember everything that happened. another human wouldn't be able to remember anything." greg is one of volder who has the best ability to erase human memory. "are you sure?" i asked with an uneasy feeling. but eleanor didn't recognize me when we passed each other in san francisco. how about this afternoon when we meet? i leaned back on the chair and close my eyes. my memory comes back when we looked at the restaurant this afternoon. her gaze never leaves mine ... she remembers me. "nick ... " greg's voice broke my thoughts. he was looking at me with his serious f

He hit his steering wheel hard, a lot of emotions swirled inside him. "I really need to get in control of my emotions" he spoke to himself Grace stood behind the window and watched him drive off. Marcus drove to work silently. On a good day he would have listened to one or two tracks from his favourite musician Bob Marley. Even after his death, Marcus still adored Robert as he fondly called him. He drove into his office compound roughly. "Good morning sir" the gateman greeted with smile plastered all over his face. Marcus looked at the man, nodded his head in response to his greeting.