Forget Mr Novels & Stories

“It’s okay. I’m not angry.” “You should be.” “Well, I’m not.” He looked at me steadily. “Just tell me what’s going on.” I looked at my hands in my lap. And told him everything. The club. Claire leaving. Drinking more than I should have. Waking up in a hotel room I didn’t recognize with no memory of how I got there. The note on the nightstand. The money I didn’t take. Weeks later, finding out I was pregnant by a man whose face I couldn’t remember and whose name I didn’t know.

After five years in captivity, I finally came home. Except there was already another daughter in my place, and somehow, Mom, Dad, and my brother, Samuel Lewis, had all developed strange "conditions." When I broke my ankle and texted Dad for help, he took forever to show up. "Sorry. My eyesight's been acting up lately. I couldn't make out the location you sent me." I was allergic to seafood, but Samuel brought me seafood chowder anyway. "Sorry. You know how bad my memory is. I forgot you couldn't eat it." One winter night, I came home without my keys and spent five hours locked outside before Mom finally opened the door in the middle of the night. "My hearing problems flared up again.

On New Year's Eve, my little brother begs me to play hide-and-seek with him. The moment I cover my eyes and count to 30, the "eraser" in my mind starts moving again. I stand frozen for a few seconds, then turn around, go back inside, and start watching TV. An hour later, Mom crouches down in front of me. "Sweetheart, where's your little brother?" Little brother? I blink, confused. "I don't have a little brother…" Her expression drops instantly. Leaving the New Year's Eve dinner untouched, everyone surges out into the heavy snow. But no matter how hard we search, we can't find my brother. Mom raises her hand and slaps me hard across the face. Her eyes bloodshot. "Didn't I tell yo

"Captain Ashby lost her memory. She insists the clinic caretaker, Dylan Foster, is her husband and refuses to come with us. But we've already contacted the army's top neurosurgeons. We can schedule her treatments as early as next week to help her remember you." The conversation was identical to the one from my previous life when I first found Eleanor Ashby. Only this time, the ecstatic joy and bitter resentment were gone, replaced by total serenity. I shook my head, declining the offer, and did two things afterward.

Enough. “Yeah,” Mum replied. “Thank God I remembered. She had another dream.” Something cold slid down my spine. “They’re erupting fast,” Marcus said. Erupting? My brows knitted together, confusion tightening my chest. “Very fast,” Mum answered. “I just hope the drugs work. She can’t remember.” My heart slammed violently against my ribs. Can’t… remember? “Would that be so bad—”

After my fiancée, Morgan Sweeney, ran away from our wedding with her first love, Leonardo Bloom, I failed my mission, and the system erased every memory I had of her. Morgan, however, believed it was just another attempt to get her attention. Hence, she accepted Leonardo's proposal, posted their engagement photos on social media, and announced their honeymoon plans. She was certain I'd eventually kneel at her feet, admit I was wrong, and beg her to love me again. What she didn't know was that I would never be able to love her again. The day I announced my own marriage, Morgan finally panicked. She rushed to my wedding in tears and begged me not to leave her behind.

“Oh dear, oh dear. I'm sorry on his behalf. Please don't take it personal okay....” my mom said softly patting AY on the back. “Why is he so rude to me?” “That’s how he reacts when he sees a stranger or should I say visitor...” “But I'm not a stranger; I'm his best friend for crying out loud. Why can't he remember me. Why do you have to apologise for him I don't understand?” AY asked; tears welling in her eyes. My mom gave her an intent look then finally uttered. “Amnesia.”

"Why is the case so close to you?" "The girls ..." he muttered, clenching his fists so that his nails dug into his flesh. "Do you still remember Maria?" His friend nodded wordlessly. Maria was a fluke and the beginning of Joshua's investigation. 10 months earlier Joshua was tired. Last night he worked the night shift and today, on Sunday, no, it was now Sunday, one of his buddies had celebrated his birthday. Actually Josh hadn't planned to stay there that long, but the time had somehow passed and now he was wandering around the edge of the harbor in the middle of the night looking for the stupid cat from his friend's neighbor. Apparently she ran away because of the loud music and the old lad

We love you! So I am here with no one to talk to. It's boring. I went to scroll faciebook. Scroll Watched videos Scroll React and watch videos. While scrolling, I went across a user named Erika. I remember my new friend Erika. I shook my head, trying to remember her last name. Why Am I so forgetful. Erika..hmmm I look at the window. I can still see the hard pour of rain. Suddenly, I remember her name.

SHATTERED MY LIFE! I remember the faces and the names of those men who abused me. Kevin, Alex, Alvin, Eigner, and Gin. I sat down on my bed while still hugging the doll because hugging it gives me comfort even for a while while the memories are flashing back to my head. I remember how I stabbed Alex and I shot my brother Kevin because I can’t take another abuse from them anymore. I remember the look into my father’s eyes. The sadness and pains in his eyes before the accident; how he became so hopeless when he saw me covered with blood with my brother and his best friend dead inside my room. The look in his eyes is like the sadness and pains of my mother before she commits suicide. I remember