Forgotten Juliet Novels & Stories

“There are fail-safes. The house is wired. Every room. Every conversation since you were small. The drives you have are copies. Originals exist where you will never find them.” My chest went tight. “If you go public, if you involve authorities, if you attempt to dismantle anything…” Her tone sharpened slightly. “I release everything. Not just about you.” She looked directly into the lens. “About Julian.” He froze beside me. “About what happened at the summer house when he was nineteen. About the girl who disappeared afterward. About the pills. The nights he doesn’t remember.” The air in the motel room shifted. I looked at him. He was staring at the screen like he’d left his body.

So I began to pack my bags, but Sienna texted me halfway, attached with a photo of the car trunk full of champagne roses. [Look, Fiona. Duke still remembers champagne roses—these are my favorite.] [Thank you for grooming such a perfect partner. He's so much more romantic than before.] I didn't reply, and quietly ticked another day off the calendar. - That night, Duke broke his promise again—in fact, he didn't come home over the next few days either. As I solemnly cleared signs that I lived in my house and ticked the days off the calendar, I finally understood—when you were disappointed enough, you wouldn't even want to leave anything for the other person to remember you by.

“She’s always wanted what I had. Now, she believes she’s finally achieved it. Her ambition blinds her, Loretta. It always has.” “Still,” Loretta pressed, a slight frown audible in her voice. “I’m worried, Eliana. This whole ‘transferring fate’ business… are you sure it works like that? Are you sure you’re truly out of the woods?” Eliana’s fingers tightened around the phone. A shiver, cold and unwelcome, traced its way down her spine. The rational part of her scoffed at the idea of fate being a transferable commodity, a cursed heirloom to be passed on. Yet, the vivid, visceral memories of her death, the brutal clarity of her rebirth, whispered a different truth. She *had* died. She *had* retu

Juliet’s POV Walking towards the stage, I took a deep breath. The shining bulbs, the music playing, the chattering, and the glamour surrounded me. The eyes of lustful men traced my every move, their gazes running over my body. “Come on, Juliet!” Daphne's excited call snapped me out of my trance. I sighed, grabbing the pole as I lifted my weight, swirling around it, my body syncing with the music. The men approached the stage, tossing money at me. Seeing the pile of cash, I pushed harder, stripping more, following the beats. One hand guided me on the pole while the other traced down my exposed legs, moving rhythmically. I bit my tongue, twisting and turning, doing everything I could.

My eyes are darting over the damage to the car. This is not how I had wanted to find my mate. I had wanted to find her well. Be able to convince her to return with me. Tell her what a fool I had been. Knowing that in spite of everything she had fallen for me again meant the world to me. We had found one another once and fallen for one another, and in a cruel twist of fate, she had forgotten me, and fallen for me all over again... I had been blessed, not just once but twice. I could not let my girl die.

If she continued this way, she would be like the other who dared rugger and didn't end well. Meanwhile, Julia didn't care and flung her shoes away crashing on her secret bed in her office. As she lay in the uncomfortable gown thinking of a plan to get rid of Juliet and rugger, her phone beeped. Irritated by the disturbance, she picked it up and glanced casually at it and dropped it.

I sat down at my desk and opened up my laptop. Immediately, it started getting blown up with emails and I groaned. The hell was going on? “Oh no…Zach…” I looked up at Stacy, who was looking at me, wide-eyed, as was Jason. I looked down at the email that read, ‘Care to comment’ and pulled up the article. ‘Jennifer Sinclair, heiress to the Sinclair group and fiancé to Zachary Anderson, caught in bed with modeling agent Andre Forte.’ There was a lovely video of her naked, wrapped in bedsheets with her modeling manager, covering his assets with a bed pillow.

I have never been a religious person and if I want to be completely honest with myself, I do not think that I had still wrapped my mind around what happening and it is truly becoming difficult for me to wrap my head around the current activities that have been going on. As a matter of fact, I did hear of that prophecy when I was a child but all my life, I have been given the impression that it was just but a folklore, a tale, nothing that I should be concerning myself with. If I had known some thing like this would have happened, then I would have invested quite an ample of my time towards actually finding this Lunari…… There have been so many rumors but all fingers are pointing towards the

Then he could safely take her back to the Moirai. That plan was contingent on her remembering him. If she didn't remember him, his life and hers, and the pack as a whole, would be drastically changed forever. Because if she didn't remember him, or what made her lose her memory, it meant they couldn't go back. If Elizabeth couldn't remember who James was, then his next best hope was simply to make her fall in love with him again. And this James had much more hopes for, since that he had already done so twice before.

Everyone jumped on the chance. Carrick told me the other day that he finally revealed what he was to Haley. She freaked out at first, but Amara spoke to her, and she seems fine now. Azazel made sure that Juliet’s memory of that night with Taylor was erased. According to Azazel, all she remembers is her car stalling on prom night and her falling after stumbling around in the dark. We blamed her accident on hazy memories. She seemed to believe our explanation. Amara was concerned at first but eventually realized that no harm was done to her friend.