Forgotten Six Feet Under Novel Novels & Stories

He had already gotten used to their presence without realizing it. With heavy footsteps, James trudged up the stairs. He paused outside Naomi's room, his hand trembling as he turned the knob. This was the first time he'd entered her room. As soon as he stepped in, a faint fragrance greeted him. It was her familiar scent, and it soothed his restless heart. The room was neat and completely empty, as if no one had ever lived there before. James sat down on the bed in defeat, his head hanging low. He thought back to the past, and he saw Naomi working diligently in the office six years ago in his mind's eye.

~RONAN/JAXON~ The key sat heavy in my palm, colder than the night air pressing against the windows. Dirt clung stubbornly to its edges, a reminder of where we had just pulled it from—six feet under, buried with secrets that should have stayed dead. The old caretaker had hesitated before handing it over, her eyes darting between Louis and me like she knew better than to get involved. It had taken a ridiculous amount of money to loosen her grip, but in the end, greed always won.

--- ## Chapter 62: The King of the Forgotten We began to walk. Every step was a struggle. The sand wasn't sand; it was "Garbage Data," and it clung to my boots like wet wool. I felt the weight of my physical heart—the one I had just rebooted—thumping in my chest. It felt like a ticking bomb. "Twenty-eight days," Hope whispered, clutching her "Developer Key" pencil. "The clock is still counting down in the real world. If we don't get out of here, we won't even be around to see the 'Format-All.'"

"It’s the baby. The Voss family, they have something in their blood. It’s a mutation. Adrian called it an inheritance, but it feels like a curse." June pulled the car into a flooded basement garage beneath an abandoned textile factory. The water splashed against the chassis. She killed the engine, and the silence that followed was heavy. "My contact is upstairs," June said. "His name is Case. He’s a ghost. If you aren't on a corporate payroll, you don't exist to him. We’ll be safe here for a few days." They climbed out of the car. Lydia felt a sharp cramp and doubled over, clutching the damp concrete wall. The air in the basement was thick with the smell of oil and rot.

“No, I was searching the kitchen for some false sunlight. Why, what’s wrong?” The look on her face must have alarmed him to some kind of off set. “Nothing I just could have sworn that” she stopped and noticed that the piece of floorboard that had sunk under her foot was raised about an inch higher than the rest. “That?” Robert was watching her somewhat worried now.

However, his powerful muscles seemed impervious to my struggles, effortlessly as he carries me deeper into the thick underbrush, leaving me completely at his mercy. As we near the vicinity, a large mansion suddenly appears, seemingly coming out from thin air. It is situated in the midst of a dense forest, surrounded by towering trees that add to its unsettling atmosphere. The house is completely covered in thick vines, which cascade over its entire structure, creating a bleak and neglected look, as though it has been left untouched for countless years. As we near the house, my captor abruptly veers to the left, leading me towards a set of doors embedded in the ground. Without warning, he for

Even though I already know what my true name is, there was a still a huge part of me that is still hidden and unknown. Every second, I am hoping for a memories to flash in my mind. But nothing came. "I am sorry. I-I just... I feel like I am talking to a complete stranger now. Well, you are a stranger from the very beginning. It just feels so weird to know that Yula has a twin sister. And you are not really the mayor's whore," Nessa said. She laughed but it was filled with confusion.

I say to her getting a little irritated. "Jared." She says my name with a sigh, crossing her arms like she is protecting herself from me. "You don't work for your father anymore. It's been almost two months since the last time you worked for him. Suddenly, everything comes running back to me. Those fucks coming in to kill me, the amnesia, the hospital, Alan and Anna coming down, even me final standing up to my father. I feel so fuzzy I have to sit. We are still in the middle of the hallway so I sit on the ground. When I look back up at her I see her trembling. This was her worst fear.

Her lips parted, but no words came. And then— She nodded. Not a word. Just a quiet agreement. But it was enough. Ashyrel's POV The walk to the underground chamber felt like moving through memory. Dust coated the narrow stairs, and the torchlight flickered with every breath we took. My heart thudded like a drum in my chest. The room was filled with ancient books, scrolls, and relics covered in cloth. Sylvester led me to the far wall. There was a mural—half broken, but still legible.

I chuckled He encircled his arms around my waist and faced me in front of him. “What made you think that I will I let you build our house?” He whispered, “I will be the one who provides you things you need, as well as our future children.” Children huh? “Children? You already planned my future, huh?” “Of course,” he chuckled huskily “If ever we have a child, I will hide them from you! Such are the ones I read in the book. I think it was so cool.” I just laughed at what I thought That’s what always happened in the book, the main character will hide their child, then they will meet after a few years. But when Beauden and I don't meet, I don't need him anymore! char