Lost But Not Forgotten Novels & Stories

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.

The absolute malice was almost smothering. Trembling from the effects of her encounter with the intense emotions, MIra stepped away from the ruins. Remembering something else, she gasped and put her hand over her mouth and gazed at the ruins in a new light. A strange, soul-deep sorrow overtook her and she began to mourn. For what, she couldn't really say. But she felt the sorrow in the depths of her soul. Then she realized. Soulmates had died here. Together. It was the sorrow that she had felt. The beast of the castle had lost his love in a final battle and his grief had caused his death. What that beast had been was unknown to her and she was intrigued with the idea that a race of something