Lost But Not Forgotten Novels & Stories

At some point in the long middle -- she had lost precise track of hours, which was unusual for her, but she had decided to allow it -- she said, without any particular occasion: Do you know what was in the notebook's fourth section? He looked at her. No. She had kept it for sixty days. She had said it once, to a train window, in the dark. She had not said it to him. The word was mate, she said. I read it on day forty-four. I did not say it aloud for sixty days after that.

“Kaelen will find me.” The reflection’s gaze softened. “If you linger, he will forget you.” The words hit harder than a physical blow. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “He wouldn’t.” “He must,” the reflection said gently. “That is how the living survive the lost.” A tremor rippled through the realm, distorting the silver sky. Thunder echoed faintly, but not from above — from beyond. A sound that did not belong here. It was faint but familiar — the rhythm of a heartbeat that matched her own.

I don't want to be like this anymore, I don't want to chase him anymore, I'll let him remember alone, did he really can remember me? Did he really want to remember me? Well, it's not my problem anymore I've had enough with him. Even, if it's breaking my heart I sigh I tried my very best for him to remember me but I failed. How can I help him to remember me when he always spend time with Loreane and now he suddenly act like that. It's hurting me whenever Loreane is around him and I felt jealous because she can make him smile, she can see the smile that I can no longer see, she can hold his hands and she can spend time with him. While me, I'm here waiting for him to remember me and him don't c

They were all telling her that they'd be there but they don't really know when to be there for her. Just like when her cousin Kendal used to tell her that she has got her back. Just like when her only best friend at school said that they will always be friends. Just when Fred said I'll be right here. Where are they? Gone. Kendal gave up on her. The only one whom she considered her best friend found new friends in college and forgot about her. Fred? He's probably seeking the things she could not give him, his needs. Ah fuck needs! "Stop it, Brie," she whispers to herself. "Stop thinking about those people who weren't bothered when they lost you." She sniffed, slight smoke coming from her mout

That night, he looked around the room and tried to figure out what it was that was missing in the room. What was it that was missing? Nothing was amiss. Except that the one beloved person was never, ever coming back.

She would ignite a war no one could control. But when she looked across the river at Alexander, she saw a future. A fragile, terrifying hope she couldn’t let go. --- As she walked toward the bank, time slowed down. The icy, relentless water splashed against her boots, testing her strength. Lucien’s hand darted forward, seizing her arm. She sensed the anguish underneath it though his grip was harsh. "Please fight this," he murmured, the anger laced with a deeper emotion. “I lost your mother to their lies. Must I lose you too?”

She could never forget and forgive. Her mood soured and that’s why she decided to spend some more money of the Billionaire who was her winner and never failed to remind her so. She bought matching shoes from Louboutin. But that did not satisfy her. She so wanted to hurt someone or something. However Bella calmed her down and they headed for their homes.

The thought gave her chills, like one of those creepy lifeless dolls that would fix you with their dead stare wherever you went in the room. 'Where did that doll memory come from?' she wondered. 'A movie perhaps.' The world, as it was now, did not have many dolls, if indeed any. Most of the relics from the old world were destroyed. But the movies had survived, in the form of code, all available via the AI chips in the brains of the survivors. Not that Miaka had much time for movies. Through the haze of brightness, she saw one of the sleek robotic warriors step out of line and twist to face her.

he looked towards Rocco as if for confirmation, who nodded heavily, his gaze flickering back and forth between me and the doctor. A sharp pain filled my chest at the thought. No. If that was the case, then I would surely remember that. My parents had been my world. Always so loving. So close as a family unit. Losing them would be like a dagger through the heart. No. I would not have forgotten that. The pain would be too unbearable to simply forget. These men are lying to me. They have to be.

His joy that night came from something entirely different and unrelated to them. The woman he truly loved, Sophia Hadley, had finally returned. Six years ago, James and Sophia had been deeply in love. However, Sophia had abruptly left. While chasing after her, James got into an accident and lost the ability to walk. Naomi had been his personal assistant at the time. She stayed by his side day and night. She endured his mood swings, encouraged him, and helped him through rehab. The day he stood up again, joy clouded his mind. In his drunken haze, he mistook her for Sophia and made love to her through the night.