Forgotten Juliet Novels & Stories

His fingers trembled slightly. He didn’t tremble. Not ever. But the timeline was too neat. The numbers too sharp. Five years ago. One night. A woman with no name. No goodbye. A child, now four, living under his roof. Zoe. Her curls. Her eyes. His eyes. Dimitri rose from his chair slowly, the air around him heavy with something unsaid. He moved to the bar and poured the whiskey he hadn’t touched earlier. Downed it in one swallow.

The delusional plan was that he was going to fake a marriage to terminate whatever scandalous ideas Cecil had about him. After that, he could rightfully adopt her as his daughter and keep her by his side. He thought that as long as they could properly establish themselves as a family, they would never be separated. He thought about the future so much that he blinded himself from the present. He forgot to factor in Cecil’s stubborn, often uncontrollable character. Because of the drastic circumstances surrounding her childhood, she had grown to be far tougher than the average person. This was why she refused to give up even when Cleo first rejected her advances.

But a month later when I thought he’s dead, he suddenly came back. All cured. And I was both happy—that he was alive and shocked—about how he found a cure. I asked him how he did it, and he just told me that he got lucky. That he found some ancient remedy in an old text. And I believed him. That same day, we received the news that juliet had gone missing. It had already been a week. She’d given birth just two weeks before that.

"Pretend that whole night never existed." "Okay," Kate agreed. "We can do that. Clean slate. Fresh start. That night at Voltage never happened." Julia nodded, relieved to have permission to bury the memory deep. She didn't know that forgetting was impossible. Didn't know that three weeks later, that night would come roaring back with consequences she couldn't ignore. Didn't know that while she was trying to forget Mikal, someone else was making sure she'd never forget that night at Voltage. Because Don Massimo Valentino had a very different plan for Julia Morrison. And unlike Mikal, when Massimo decided he wanted something, he didn't disappear. He consumed.

He also told me how he found me in Isabela. "Your sister, Yula was trying to escape from the men of the mayor's wife. I know that you have been hearing news about Yula being a mistress of the mayor. And his wife found out about it so she ordered her men to kidnap Yula. Yula was able to escape and the bus she was in was going to Conlabefio. Unfortunately, the bus fell on the cliff and all the passengers were dead. Some of them were burned severely. But your sister's body was still recognizable. And people mistaken her as you. I was so devastated, baby. You do not know how many time I tried to kill myself when I found out that you are... dead..." His voice trembled. I bit my lip as I caressed

Both young fairies grew up without their mother since they were born. “Bran, just let your friend take it easy for a while. Now, I must return to our realm.” Nurse Zella replies dutifully. “Young lady, can you handle the knowledge of what transpired here? If not, I would be willing to cast a memory magic.” Nurse Zella asks Jo directly. “I would not even dare choose to forget this madam. My best friend is in grave danger. If I could do anything to help her, I would. So, the answer is yes. I can keep a secret madam if that is what you mean.”

I hadn’t confirmed it yet, but deep down, I suspected Luke Linderman. I just didn’t know what game he was playing this time. The calls. The threats. The desperation that pressed against every hour like a vice. And then the words my team overheard—the last thing Luke muttered before vanishing back into that cursed house: “You better hope she forgets,” he’d said. “Because if she remembers, she won’t stay.” Julia sank into the couch as if something inside her finally gave way. Her hands rose to her face, trembling. She didn’t cry.

A simple stare can’t get me to do anything out of my own will. “Believe whatever you want to believe, mom. But it’s high time you both faced the reality that your daughter deliberately dumped her home for a guy.” I said, and left both of them downstairs, relocating to my own room. ***** (Jason’s POV) I knew something was up when Juliet decided to not respond to Julia. I definitely had thought I was the only one she avoided for those ten years. I never knew she would avoid her own parents too. Seeing how much she was lost in her thoughts, I decided to take her to my own house at first. It would not be nice if Eric sees her in this position. So, I am going to return her home whenever she is se

Juliet says jokingly even though she just insulted me. “Not what you think, Juliet, and work is very relaxing. My job doesn’t involve whiny preteens, remember? Now what’s so important that you’re freaking out about?” “Wow, you really did forget. The big party planner that turns into Hitler, who demands perfection along with following a precise timeline, forgot about her promise. Tomorrow is Harlow’s birthday party. We were supposed to talk over plans tonight.” “Oh shit!” Sheer dread engulfs every inch of me at the realization that I forgot one of my friends’ birthdays. I’ve known about this surprise party for over a month and somehow it only took a visit from a true weirdo to make me forget.

“She’s always been that way. But my goodness… you two look exactly alike, Aeliana.” So that was her name—Zariah. Mr. Monroe and Zariah soon disappeared upstairs, leaving Mrs. Monroe alone with them. “How have you been, dear?” Mrs. Monroe asked gently. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Monroe,” Silvanus interjected, “but Aeliana doesn’t remember anything right now. She had an accident a year ago and… lost her memory.” “W-what?” Mrs. Monroe’s hand flew to her chest. Even Aeliana herself stared at him in disbelief, her mouth parting slightly at his revelation.