I Won't Forget You Dramione Novels & Stories

Putting power into certain words of the song, Aqua fervently prayed that she could erase the memories of Dawn and herself from everyone in this pub after she left. “Forget me… just let it all go like the rain in the night and forget me. You’ll be better off, so please forget me…”

Phedra Elizabeth holds a lot of toys in her hand, always smiling. "It's been a long time since I've seen your smile. You smile so beautifully. So smile a lot. I am nothing to you now. Blame me for not appreciating you sooner. Up to this moment, you didn't need me to protect you anymore either." Duncan Hiddleston is immersed in the sad feeling. “Looks like I forgot something, right? I feel like I forgot someone but I can't remember clearly? Phedra Elizabeth thought vaguely. “Right. That's the way it is called. Do you want to change it back?

She wouldn’t have parted with it unless Riker asked his mother for it. “I know you know this ring. Know that it means I have Annabeth’s blessing and the support of the Wraith family.” Darcia continues to taunt me as a dull ache acts up in my stomach. I shake my head, trying to remain calm as the doctor told me to. For all I know, Annabeth could have just been nice to Darcia. “Soon, Riker and I will have a lavish wedding and he will Mate and mark me as his Luna. We will rule Solar Wraith in no time.”

“Did you forget you fainted just now?” Luna fell silent at Draco’s words. Within seconds, the pieces of her memory came together like a perfectly completed puzzle. Her expression changed as she remembered being forced to meet Samson—Draco’s male lion. Unfortunately, the lion had sniffed her all over, which made her pass out.

"And now... I'm working with someone who says we've met before.” "Eric Sylvester." She added. “You really can’t remember if you’ve met him before?” Camila nodded. "Does your body react to him? I mean in anyway?" Dr. Patel asked. Camila nodded again. Her hands were shaking again. "What does your instinct tell you?" "That I need to remember. That whatever I'm forgetting... it's important." *******One Week Later, “Uhmm…Camila? You need to see this?! I can’t believe this and I’m so happy for you right now.” Evie burst into her the office with a letter. Camila was still attending to Richard.

He could not help but yell, “Debra, don’t agree to him. Don’t! He is a treacherous person. He is lying to you. Debra, have you really completely forgotten about me? I’m your man. We’ve been together for ten years. We’ve been through so much together; you’ve really forgotten all about it? “Over old trees wreathed with ancient vines and flying evening crows. Under a small bridge at a nearby cottage, a stream flows. Debra, our fate started from this poem. Please try to remember, please. You will be able to recall it.” Darryl was extremely anxious until his voice was hoarse. He had been through so much with Debra. They were each other’s whole world. If Debra were to agree to be Donoghue’s woman,

Evelyn said handing Luna Sophia something in a small bottle “drink this you will forget you brought her here they won’t be able to get information out of you that you don’t know” “You won’t remember me?” I sounded sad, the two women exchanged a look “of course, I will remember my dear, how could I forget you, you are the daughter I always wanted I just wish things could have been different, this is a memory potion I won’t remember where you are, that way if they ask me, I won’t be able to tell them, and you will be safe” and with that she drank the clear liquid, hugged my one last time and left. Leaving me standing on the porch looking confused.

All are dear to me. Oblivioni nomen eius, Novum sciet. During the next hours, one by one, memories disappear until all I remember is Red. I refuse to forget her. Rain Stillwater. My mate. Rain Stillwater. My mate. Rain Stillwater. My mate. Rain Stillwater. My mate. Rain Stillwater. My mate. I repeat over and over in my head. The witch starts her chanting again. Rain Stillwater. My mate. Rain Stillwater. My mate.

"I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed — or worse, expelled. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to bed." ― Hermione Granger * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead I followed him back to the club, leaving Koltin behind. Boy, did he walk so fast?! I was about to grab the back of his shirt when I heard Jess's scream pierced through the loud music. Apparently, the DJ caught her scream as the volume of the music suddenly dropped to a whisper.

My twin sister and I were supposed to celebrate our succession on the same night. Beth Moretti would inherit the family's weapons business in Naples. Her portrait towered over the banquet hall on a massive screen as the elders gathered around her, showering her with praise. Our parents, Vincent Moretti and Elena Moretti, couldn't have looked prouder. "Beth has always been exceptional. She was at the top of her class, won countless awards, and was already managing the family stables at eighteen." I stood alone in the corner, completely ignored. By the time anyone remembered me, the gala was almost over. One of the elders happened to spot me. "What about Monica? What will she be taking over?"