I Can't Remember To Forget You Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Forgot pain. Forgot everything except the man holding her like he wanted to consume every broken piece she had left. --- Morning sunlight spilled across white sheets. Elena stirred slowly. Her head ached faintly. The room was silent. Too silent. She opened her eyes. Empty. The stranger was gone. A strange disappointment settled unexpectedly in her chest. Then she noticed the folded note beside the pillow. Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened it. Only two words were written there. > Forget me. Elena stared at the message for a long time while her heart sank into something she couldn’t explain. Because somehow— She already knew she never would.

Triple J suddenly paused, he couldn’t remember the scene anymore. “Wait, I remembered!” he muttered. “I mean, it was there one minute and now it is gone, believe me sister, I really did remember something.” He said in panic. “It is alright, I am glad that your memory is slowly returning. Maybe coming out here really did help you, but now it is time to go home, and throw away that yogurt.” Rebecca uttered as she walked away to get changed out of the bikini. Triple J stood there trying to make the memory return, how did he remember and forget so soon? The scene was playing vividly in his head one minute and it was gone in the next.

The Witch of Neverwhere. I sighed loudly. I seemed to have forgotten about what she said. How could I forget such things that are important? I wanted to bang my head against the counter for forgetting things. Why am I such a forgetful person? “You forgot, didn’t you?”, Lyv smiled gently, tilting her head to the side slightly.

She just looked at me, her eyes searching my face like she was trying to remember who I used to be. "I forgot her name," she said finally, her voice so low I almost missed it. "Did you know that? For a whole week after she left, I couldn’t remember it. I told myself it didn’t matter, that forgetting her was the first step to moving on, even if she fucking left a child. But then today, you’ve made me remember. You said her name, and now it’s back, carved into my mind like a wound that refuses to close."

He seemed taken aback by my actions, staring at his hand as it disappeared under the clothing. "Forgetting," I simply said, locking my father and every memory of him, including his bloody body, in the deepest, darkest part of my mind. "Are you sure?" he asked, hesitating to move his hand on my skin. "I've never been this sure; right now, only you can help me forget completely. Your touch can erase every bad memory, so I don't have to lock them inside. This dick," I rotated my waist, feeling him begin to harden under my pussy, "can take me to heights of pleasure that will leave my mind blank and reeling," I finished, licking my lips while I looked at his. That was an invitation enough; with a

On the nightstand were a few items: a brand-new ID card, a bank card, and a pale blue note. I picked up the note. In elegant handwriting, it said: "Forget the past, embrace a new life." Forget the past? I frowned, only then realizing I couldn't remember anything at all. What was my name? Where did I come from? Why was I here? All that remained in my mind was a faint awareness of being a werewolf living in the human world; everything else was a blank slate. But strangely, I didn't feel any panic. Instead, I felt a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

His energy makes me feel very cold. Clarissa whirled around in her chair. "He's here?" But she could see nothing. "You mustn't fear him anymore. I am being told this. The second man is here now. He will keep you safe. He has been searching for you for a very long time. Trust him. He is present in your life purely for you. He asks if you like the forget me nots he gave you?" Clarissa's thoughts drifted back to the small vase of forget me nots back on her kitchen table. She smiled fondly and, to her surprise, felt the unexpected onset of a blush.

What if I didn't remember and he tricked me into being with him without the promise I needed? The last memory hit me of that night. I was distracted with the realization that soon I wouldn't remember using this book. How much would it take away from this moment? Would I still have the memory of me telling him I would only be with him if he made an unbreakable promise? Would everything be okay? That thought was cut off instantaneously as I snapped my head towards the book. "What. This." I couldn't even comprehend what was happening. More memories were being forced out of my mind. "I said only the day of our engagement." I rushed out to remind the book like it could understand that I didn't as

At the door, I paused. I didn’t say goodbye. I left. And this time it was for good. Days passed and he didn’t text me. I guess he knew whatever we shared was just going to cause some more trouble. And he had decided not to chase. He had said it before— he didn’t chase. I laid on my bed reading a book that I had gotten from the bookstore. I tried to forget him but it was not as easy as I thought. I kept on telling myself that I needed to forget him the way he had forgotten me.

he asked and his tone was surprisingly tender. I felt a blush rush to my cheek as a knot formed in my lower abdomen. Although I didn’t want to admit it, it seemed that Rowan had caught on to the fact that I also had difficulties forgetting the passionate night that we shared together. Is it possible that he also felt the same way? "Of course. Of course, I can forget all about it," I replied determinedly. ‘I need to forget about it,’ I whispered to myself inside my mind. "I see. So I guess you’re one very forgetful girl. If that is the case, shall I give you a little sweet reminder?" Rowan suggested as he leaned over to whisper those words directly into my ear.