Love In New Memories Novels & Stories

“It wasn’t shared memories pulling me back. It was you. The way you love. The way you protect. The way you stay.” “I chose you. Not because I remembered... but because I felt it. Maybe I lost pieces of my memory. But I gained something too. I learned that loving you isn’t memory. It’s instinct.” Sebastian closed his eyes. “I love you. Always.” “I love you too.” They stood beneath the lights, not reclaiming the past, but building forward. From across the lawn came Aiden’s laughter. They turned to see him running barefoot across the grass, chasing Noah between tables while Charlotte pretended to scold them.

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But something in me warned me to be careful, beneath his handsome face and kind words lies a cold-blooded killer. This could all be a plan, and I knew for a fact that he did not trust me one bit. He could be planning to melt me with his words, and then at the right time, he would strike. I clenched my jaw and looked at him. “Thank you, Fenrir. Now let us get down to business, how do I prove my loyalty and earn your trust?” I asked, my voice filled with determination.

Author's POV : 2 years pass like this. Smaran and Niyati do not meet or talk to each other even once in these two years. Niyati felt that with time, one day she would forget Smaran. Perhaps the feelings that had been awakened from her heart for him would gradually fade away but nothing of the sort happened. Over time her love for him grew more and more. Not a single day passed when she did not remember him and when her memory exceeded the limit, she would cry.

He held the necklace tightly and read the letter that came with it. Hi, Arche, maybe you are reading this now because I am gone, and maybe, you are sad because I left you. Love, I didn't believe in destiny, but that changed when I saw you. I don’t know why you don’t recognize me that I’m the woman you helped on the bridge. If it weren't for the necklace you're wearing I wouldn't know you that you are the man who help me on the bridge and if I didn't see your scar on your hand I wouldn't know you. Thank you for helping me on the bridge. Thank you for giving me a handkerchief. Thank you for reading the books I write. And thank you for following me when Jared died. You have not forsaken me. We

A family is a circle of love, not broken by a loss but made stronger by the memories, death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal, the loss is unmeasurable but so is the love left behind. When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure, death brings pain that time can only heal, no words could ease what we truly feel, those we love don't go away, they walk beside us every day... unseen, unheard, but always near, still loved, still missed and very dear.

Love is nothing but a memory. This is something really true. If you were to forget everything just after they happened, you would have never fell in love with someone. People think about someone. Someone whose words, voice or actions touched their soul. Those flashbacks keep coming in their mind, that specific memory of that ‘someone’ makes them fall in love. So, instead of finding things to light up your relationship, you should sometimes cherish those old thoughts, make your partner think about those things, and for sure your bond would get stronger.

Yet forgetting to pick him up was just a small slip. The truth was, I had forgotten things far more important. The system warned me from the beginning: the second male lead would always remain in that position. Regardless of how much he loved me, his heart would never fully belong to an outsider forever. I hadn't believed it. I was so certain Theodore would love me for life that I made a bet with the system. 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.

All these years, I prayed to God, not just for him but also out of remorse for the twins I had terminated. Hugh stared stiffly at the two tiny fetuses as his face drained of color. By then, the fire in the hall had also been extinguished. The place had been reduced to ruins, with nothing left but charcoal and ashes. “Mr. Castillo, we didn’t find Ms. Sheargold. We only found this.” One of the subordinates handed over a ring blackened by the fire. It was the one Hugh had forged when he proposed to me all those years ago. The band was etched with two branches woven together.

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th