Novel & Cerita Forget You Remember Love

"Remember you belong to only me and always will. We are bound together forever. Nothing can break us apart. Our bond can never be undone. I love you. Come for me and show me your own love and the obedience I demand of you." Clarissa gave a cry in her sleep and Nathan felt the squeeze of her internal muscles, signalling the release of her climax. He looked down upon her face, watching her contorted, tormented passion ride her beautiful features as her orgasm spiralled and brought tears to her eyes with its power. For a moment, Nathan felt the join between them tighten and grow in strength. It wouldn't be long now before they were fully reunited as one. He just had to be patient.

She snaps back. Quinn is cradling her head to his chest. “ I wish I could remember who he is, and why I chose to forget him.” she says in a sad tone. He knew that one would make her sad but it should be a strong memory. “You’ll remember soon enough” he smiles at her kissing the top of her head. “Let’s get some rest okay? Big day ahead little one” he says.

Though it's not easy to be with you, I don't mind The love you give becomes the love that I need With you, I'll brave the world Won't stand alone on my feet 'Cause of you, I believe love exists" How can I forget those painful words he told me? He's the one who pushed me to become like this. If I forget what he has done to me, if I forgive him, then I can never hold myself back. Because the hatred I have for him is the only thing that holds me back from going deeper. I will not let myself go back to the old me. To the former, Akisha, who is weak and knows nothing to do but beg and look pathetic. "Erasing our memories Trying to hide how I feel The heart will love who it loves I know that I lov

Paul Henry suddenly opened his mouth, out of habit, his eyelids narrowed slightly, "Didn't you visit Luc Liem before, didn't we meet before?" He suddenly asked, startling Fiona, her heart beating faster, do you remember? But why doesn't he look like he's remembered something... The wrists where the skin touched became hot, the heat ran along the skin upward, the ears were red, the face was hot. Fiona twitching his wrist, Paul Henry realized something was wrong, let go of his hand: "Sorry." Fiona laughed: "Paul Henry, I suddenly remembered a song." "Hmm?" “Seems like we met somewhere (1), do you remember?” Fiona blinked at him, singing directly, “It seems to be an autumn afternoon when the su

"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…"

My husband Charles always had selective amnesia. Anything that had to do with me, he would forget, then promise he'd make it up next time. On my thirtieth birthday, I prepared an elaborate dinner at home and waited for him and our family to come celebrate. But the hour came and went, and no one showed up. Burning with a high fever, I went out to look for Charles and called everyone else. Isabella's voice was warm with laughter. "Charles is here with me picking out your birthday present. We'll be back soon." My best friend said, "Traffic is awful. I ran into Charles on the way, so we're heading over together." Even my own brother told me, "I ran into an old friend with Charles on the road and

"I am the least important one in your heart, am I right?" "No, it's not like that." In tears, she looked at his cold face and tried her best to save their relationship. "I forgot you, not because you are unimportant." "I, before losing my memory, and after losing my memory, you're always the one that I like." "You should understand..." Beau closed his eyes. Of course, he understood. If she didn't love him the deepest, how could she forget him? Just like Eliza's father, Hamza, if he hadn't loved Shreya too deeply, how could he have forgotten her for twenty years...

Because really, I don't want this love to turn into hate. If you can't love me, then stop torturing my feelings. Because really, I want to remember all the sweet things between us, even if it's just a matter of fingers. If you can't love me, then let me forget you.

"It's just my way of escaping reality. I want to forget her and find other substitutes, but I can't seem to forget her." "It's not because of love that you can't forget her, but for other reasons. For example, you couldn't get her. Or maybe you are hurt or you are just unwilling to give up. What people remember for their whole life is not love. Love is forgettable. It is something that would deplete as time passed. Usually the more time we spend with our loved ones, the more we forget how to love them. On the contrary, resentment and hurt will be remembered for one's whole life. If you wake up every day filled with resentment, and you will repeat the process of feeling that resentment every

A sad smile appears on his face. "I know that, my love. But I also know I can't take that away from Maxwell." By finally mentioning the name of the man who irreversibly broke Mariana's heart, James furrows his brow and immediately apologizes. "I'm sorry, I know you don't like hearing his name." And she really didn't, but she pretended not to care. "It's okay." "Mariana—" "It's okay, James. I left his life forever, and even though a few months ago he tried his best to save me and win me back... That changes absolutely nothing."