I Won't Forget You Dramione Novels & Stories

“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.

I had seen such scenes several times before, but I could help but feel my stomach churning as I watched the bloody scene. Draco just looked on with no emotions on his face. “Has he told you the names of the people he was working with?” Draco asked in an eerily calm voice different from the emotions he was showing on his face. “Hehe, Boss, he refused at the beginning, but he has decided to talk now. Enzo said you were coming, so I decided to play with him longer so that we can listen to him together,” Fat Joe said, scratching his head with his bloodied hands.

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.

Mom cried “Mom! I’m not sick. Why do we need a doctor?” She cried again “Calm down.” I went near her “It’s me.” I hugged her and I cried “I miss you so much.” “No, you’re lying. My brother doesn’t love me.” “I love you.” I said “He loves you so much. You’re his princess remember?” “No. I don’t believe you. He wouldn’t leave me if I am his princess.” She sobbed A doctor came to check her. “What happened to her right now is a trauma. Because she tried to drown herself, memories may come back to her whenever she is sad.” The doctor said

Elaine When I lost my memories, I wasn’t even interested in getting them back. Liz’s words, combined with fleeting glimpses of forgotten memories I remembered from time to time, were enough for me to know that I never truly found happiness with Tristan. I didn’t have the urge to uncover anything beyond my lost memories. I never craved to discover that unknown part of myself. But now that the Moon Goddess had chosen to reveal the truth, no pain could ever compare to what I was feeling at this moment.

If he stopped loving me, all our memories would vanish, and I would gradually sense my life slipping away, forced to stay conscious as I moved step by step toward my own demise. Lately, my memories had begun unraveling faster. The things that mattered most were blurring at the edges. Still, I pretended, convincing myself none of it was real. Theodore took my hand, his face filled with both frustration and concern. "Are you still upset because I took care of Ruby that day while you were sick?" he asked. "Since when are you this petty, Amanda? You wouldn't even bring me an umbrella?" I was quiet for a moment before answering, "I really did forget. My memories are being taken—"