Lost Chapter Novelas e Histórias

"No! No!" Ophelia screamed. She ran up to Tristan and pleaded tearfully, "Tell them, Dad! Didn't you fund an entire building for the university? They can't expel me?" Tristan couldn't even save his ass right now, much less Ophelia's. Isaiah grew angrier when he heard the phrase 'fund an entire building.' He pointed at Tristan and explained to Christine, saying, "Please let me explain, Ms. Keller. This funding was made by Mr. Keaton on behalf of Ad Astra Inc.

“We forget, or we perish.” So they buried it. They carved lies into stone. They changed the calendars. Burned the books. Exiled those who remembered. Serena screamed and woke up She was still in the chamber. But the orb was gone. Instead it bobbed a flame — pure white. Hot and cold all at once. The shadows bowed around her. “You got the missing piece,” one said. “The Hollow remembers.” Lucian moved up cautiously. “Are you... okay?” Serena turned.

The girl, Elara, is crying silently now. She watches everything like someone witnessing the collapse of a myth. Lucy moves to stand beside her. “For twenty years,” Chase continues, “I rebuilt.” His gaze hardens slightly. “Not for revenge.” “For them.” I know who he means. Marcus. Ophelia. The children. “I lost my legs,” he says simply. “I lost my friend.” His voice thickens slightly for the first time. “But I didn’t lose my mind.” He leans forward. “And I didn’t lose my love for her.”

I can feel my face twisting in confusion. “This isn't the first time you've awaken. It was a month ago and you couldn't remember anything or anyone. Compared to then, what we have now is an improvement" I raised my head to look at the doctor and then I turned to my parents. What the hell is he saying? I really want to cry because the truth is dawning mercilessly on me with a very heavy feeling. These past few days, I keep telling myself that I can continue, even though I have lost two years I can still carry on but with this new discovery, I really don't know if I can go on. Not only have I lost two years of my life thanks to coma, I have also lost three years of memory. I don't know where t

Before he could say anything more, he watched Katherine collapse on the floor with a loud thud. A/N: Hey Readers!! First of all, sorry for not updating the chapter yesterday. I wanted to give you regular updates this week too but sadly, both my books, 'His lost love' and 'Doomed to love you' were stolen and illegally published on a pirate app Solnovel. I had a hectic day, informing my Editor, talking to my fellow authors and sending emails to those cheap apps.

The burial ended and everyone went home afterwards but Diana stayed at the graveyard, mourning her lost love. She wished and prayed that one day they'll be united, someday Branden would hold her in a warm embrace, pat her on the head and tell her 'all will be well' She dropped the roses on his grave and drove home, his memories would never leave her. Not even in a million years.Right there and then, she realized that she had lost her love forever.

Your smile is like moonlight- beautiful and magical with a fire that could melt the night" he quoted Ellen Hopkins with a smile. "By the way, you didn't tell me how you fell in love with me" he asked but didn't get any response. He looked at her face which was on his chest and chuckled. She was sleeping like a baby hugging him. The sight for which he was craving for so long. He intentionally talked about Advaita so that even if things didn't get any better, Yami accepts him for whom he is, with his past included. He is slowly losing faith in everything so he just wants a new beginning from here. He has no problem in sewing memories again.

It held no door just a veil of ink mist that pulsed like a heartbeat, Across the top, it read: “Only those who remember what they lost may pass.” Kael stepped forward, But the mist slammed him back, Ashen caught him mid-fall. “You forgot Sera,” Ashen murmured. “To get the fragment.” Kael nodded, breathing hard. “She’s gone from me.” “I’ll go.” Ashen stepped forward, but the mist pulsed again, And whispered: “You have no losses, only edits.” Ashen hissed. “Then who?” Behind them, a whisper answered: “Me.”

I stared at the message displayed on the screen, the words burning like acid into my thoughts. …something you lost. My pulse spiked as I thought of Clarissa. She wasn’t just in danger right now, she knew something. And with the Cloak’s choice of words, the word lost meant just one thing: she had found what I had once buried, the truth. She had dug up what I had buried. Or so, I thought.