Forgotten Hill: Surgery Game Novels & Stories

After I was done with surgery, I shifted her back to my house. I asked Polly to look after her until she recovers. It's been a while that I didn't even think about her once after the surgery. My hands trembled badly after surgery. Why did I do it? I stopped doing it a while ago, and I had solid reasons for that. How can I forget my past so quickly? It took a blink of an eye and I unknowingly agreed to operate on her. It was certainly not me! And the fact that even after a decade I still remembered my old profession very well. Maybe that doctor inside me is still alive all these years even though I've tried my best to ignore it for 5 years.

Loreane is my friend. The Doctor told me that he has an amnesia, some of his memories are lost and they can't tell me when he's memory be back. But I'm not going to lose my hope, I'm going to help Sylvester to remember me. It's hurt and it's hard but i need to do this, I loved him and I'll do everything for him.

"Push to the shaft!" TIME: 11:15 HOURS. LOCATION: DIGITAL WORLD - CATACOMBS OF THE FORGOTTEN. STATUS: THE PURGE. The Catacombs of the Forgotten were supposed to be a standard crypt-crawling dungeon. Stone walls, cobwebs, skeletons. But the Admin had turned it into a slaughterhouse. Ren (Wraith) dropped from a floating stone archway, his boots hitting the glitching, wireframe floor without a sound. He raised the M-99 Archangel sniper rifle, the smart-scope instantly highlighting targets in the gloom.

she breathed, trying to console him, but she didn’t have the words. As the others came up to the hill top, they paused in the same shock and horror. Jordan’s eyes dropped, welling with tears, and he grabbed his wife and held her tightly as he silently wept. Ignatius was speechless, his eyes wide with astonishment at the godless sight of an above ground cemetery without any stones. Justice and Kypher kept their eyes fixed on the remnants of the city, and she saw the anger burning in their fiery gaze. The messengers from Asrymn removed their hats and held them, their heads bowed in a woeful reverence while the others stayed in saddened silence. “Reminds me of the raids,” Vanguard quietly noted

, The virtual farmer screamed with a frown on his face. "You're getting quite bossy aren't you. Just gimme a hoe or something!". Letting out a deep sigh, while trying hard not to toss the phone out the window. I was really frustrated!! "Permanent weapon chosen. First harvest has begun, you have twenty-four hours to collect the item", the mascot disappeared and a pair of eyes appeared. The game closed by itself after a twenty-four hour count down appeared. That night, I slept believing what Bev had told me. It was probably spammers.... Or so I thought...

No sound of traffic, no distant hum of technology, nothing but a stillness that made her feel like she was walking through a forgotten graveyard. She looked around, her heart beating faster as the realization sank in: this was **Nyxterra**. The place she had only heard whispered rumors about, a world where lost memories supposedly went to die. It was said that those who wandered too far into the shadows of Nyxterra rarely came back. The city itself was a labyrinth of half-formed structures, their outlines blurred as though they were fading in and out of existence, forgotten by time and memory.

I wrapped myself in the black silk shawl I had brought out and sat on a boulder, looking up at the moon. It was officially my birthday. “If you’re listening, MoonGoddess,” I whispered, “please… don’t forget me. I’m tired of pretending this life is enough.” I closed my eyes for a moment, but there was no answer except the rustling of leaves. I noticed the wind had changed, so I quickly put on my uniform back, arms folded tightly around myself, and headed back to the packhouse, which was still ahead. I was careful, as always, not to make noise or draw attention. But halfway across the courtyard, I froze.

Together, bound. >>>>>>>>>>>>> Into the Forgotten Hills……. We traveled to the Forgotten Hills …… a range long abandoned after the First Fall, where wards were weakest and the Cult had nested. The air there felt older, heavy with memory. Trees bowed as if they bore weight. Stones were cracked, runes worn smooth. The wolves were alert. Azelia and I walked side by side. “I still feel the echo,” she said softly. “Of the one who came before.” I nodded. “I do too.”

Duke got Fiona's text soon after he coaxed Sienna to sleep. The negotiations for alliance with the neighboring pack had already ended two days ago. But when he was returning to the Forest Pack, Sienna mentioned a famous tourist spot and dragged him along. Then, she accidentally fell off a cliff. When Duke saved her, she was clinging to him, crying in fear and refusing to let go, which postponed him further. It was daybreak when the text arrived, and he frowned, worried that it would wake Sienna.

As I no longer loved her, her apologies meant nothing to me. Sitting on the floor, I only had one thing on my mind. It was time for me to cross over. In my next life, I hoped to live as a mindless single-celled organism. Helen patted Jean on the shoulder. “Tanner has your heart, so it makes sense that you’re in denial now.” Jean snapped her head up. “But Tanner gave me his kidney. He loves and cares about me.” Helen gave Jean a look as if she were an idiot.