Forgetting Alice Novels & Stories

Alice forced a smile, "I'm just a bit tired. Don't worry about me." Siya let out a sigh, feeling helpless. "Why are you making things complicated? Just give yourself another chance," she said, expressing concern for Alice. In response, Alice, with a pale face, shared, "I'm not thinking about that. I'm thinking about tomorrow." Siya, confused, questioned, "Tomorrow?" Alice then revealed, "Tomorrow is my father's death anniversary. Siya's expression softened, understanding the weight of the upcoming day for Alice. "I'm so sorry. I completely forgot about it," she apologized.

All the while, her mother lay in the ground, forgotten. Alice laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. “I stopped answering her calls, stopped replying to her messages. I thought I’d finally worn her down, that she’d realized I wasn’t going to give her anything more.” She shook her head, her fingers tapping more nervously against the game table. “But I was wrong. So wrong.” There was a long pause as Alice stared down at her hands, her expression clouded by memories she clearly wished she could forget. But there was no going back now—everything was laid bare, and Flora felt sick with the weight of the truth.

I've been an Alpha wolf since birth. Then a female came into the picture and she looked exactly like me. She was smiling brightly and happily to a man. When the man turned it was Tyler, he was also smiling brightly like he has no worries in his life. Another flash came, where they were running around. "I love you!!" He shouted. That was definitely not me but then I felt my body shrink. So many things flashing through my head and I came back to my senses. This looks like a memory. A memory I wanted to forget and I froze.

And if she let it continue, Morgan would be hurt even more. That night, after Morgan left, Marcel stood on his house balcony. The night wind slowly blew through his hair. A sly smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He held a glass of water, looking at his reflection in the glass. "Sorry, little brother," he murmured coldly. "You might have survived this time, but you took everything from me—the company, my good name, and Alice." He looked towards Alice's room, where the light was still on. "If pretending to have memory loss is the only way to get her back... then I will continue to forget."

“I think Nathan would’ve mentioned that.” Alice reached for Serena’s hands and held them tightly. “I admit I don’t ask him about his personal life. That would’ve exposed that I was faking my memory loss in the past two years. But I pick up hints now and then.” “He talked about his regret for leaving you. About the pain of losing you. He said he truly loved you.” Alice looked down. “I almost gave in. But since he never found you, I assumed you either didn’t want to be found…”

His mother used to mention that name, and until now, I still remember it very well. "So, that amnesiac Jordi ended up getting engaged to another woman?" "Yes. My life is so pathetic, sir," Alice said, laughing at herself. "Not that pathetic. So, are you going to tell him about Luke?" Alice shook her head. "What's the point? After all, he has lost his memory and has a brighter future with a woman who is his equal. Why did Luke and I end up causing problems in Jordi's life? Maybe God made Jordi lose his memory so that he would forget about me."

Alice was using a type of anesthetic that made the person taking it lose consciousness, as well as memory loss by the time the drug took effect. Therefore, Alex would not remember that Alice had set him up. “You are mine, Mr. Knight. Claire cannot enjoy a life of luxury with you. All those luxuries should be mine,” Alice's mind continued. Alice's eyes widened at the sight of Alex, whose head was now lying on the edge of the table in a bowed position. “He's already unconscious! Quickly take him to room number 77!” Alice exclaimed to the waiters. “Yes, Miss.” Meanwhile at home, Claire was still busy staring at the now-cold food.

Alice mused to herself as she scanned the room, spotting a note on the side table along with a bowl. 'A hangover soup.' A smile graced Alice's lips at Andrew's thoughtfulness. "He's not half bad; in fact, he's rather caring." "Caring?" Alice's reflections on Andrew came to a halt as she drifted into a flashback of the previous night. "He's considerate; did he bring me here? What did I do last night? Oh gosh, I tend to forget things when I'm drunk. I really shouldn't drink." Alice lightly tapped her head, soothed her eye lobes, and then rubbed the side of her forehead, striving to piece together the scenes from last night.

Everleigh looked at the picture of Rufus and Alice again. She can’t remember her, and she hates herself for not remembering her rival. Rujan was right; Janice may be one of Rufus’ women, but right now, she couldn’t feel her as a threat. But Alice’s is different; she can’t find her in her memories and has never met the woman in person, but she knew the woman played a huge part in Rufus’ life. She seemed familiar.

Alice's voice pierced through her turmoil, his eyes reflecting a madness she had never seen before. Tears streamed down Alisha's cheeks, each drop carrying the weight of her pain and helplessness. As Alice's gaze bore into hers through the mirror, she felt a surge of dread engulf her, knowing that she was once again at his mercy. ‘How could I miss him?’ The thought gnawed at her mind, a bitter truth she couldn't escape. People missed those they loved or those they could easily forget. But Alisha neither loved Alice nor could she erase him from her memories.