My Soul Chose To Forget You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Before the crown hardened his decisions. Before he began looking at Hope like she was something irreplaceable. Before he stopped looking at me the way he once did. We were not strangers. Not once. But memories can be rewritten when someone chooses what to keep. And he chose to forget me. Not entirely. Just enough. Enough to make space for her. That is what I cannot forgive. Not even in silence. Not even in time. Because I was not chosen in her place. I was removed. They call her Queen.

Standing there in front of Nick, I quickly weighed my options. They all sucked. Then a terrible idea hit me. I needed to make a choice. Not one made by a spell or guilt or a mate bond. One made by me and only me. I needed to be reckless. Do something that I wanted to do. Not something that I was expected to do. “Nick, will you do me a favor?” “Anything, Sweetheart.” Before I could change my mind, I lifted my nightgown up and over my head. “Will you help me forget?”

He nodded, selected all the photos in the album, and deleted them all with a single tap. At 3:00 pm sharp, the plane took off. I placed the headphones over Ryan's ears and gazed out the window at the blue sky and white clouds, letting out a long sigh from the very depths of my soul. Goodbye, Rowan. … Meanwhile, ignoring Megan's tearful pleas, Rowan bolted out of the hospital and sped toward Starlight Studios.

"There's no denying that you're loyal, but unfortunately, you're just a little too stupid. I reminded you many times about my real identity, yet you didn't bother to use that brain of yours. I heard that you signed a contract with Grandpa that stated that if you ever betrayed him, then you would end your own life." At this point, I turned away, not wanting to look at him for even a second longer. "Choose your poison. Either turn yourself in to the police, or do it yourself. I won't force you." Jake bowed to Grandpa and thanked him for everything, then he went to the railway tracks and lay down on them. He had made his choice. With that over, my gaze switched to Rosalie, who immediately fell

Like he's making sure I never forget. And I forget how to breathe. And I forget how to think. And I forget everything except him. Except us. Except this. Except forever. Except our future.

Although I felt relief as those painful memories slowly faded, a new fear began to take root—the fear of forgetting entirely. Forgetting the things I cared about. Forgetting the truth I had been waiting for. When I tried to recall what exactly I was waiting for, I realized I could barely remember anymore. Then, one day, a call broke through the fog. On the other end, a man's voice rang with excitement. "The men have been released. I’ve uncovered some new leads. Give me one more month, and I swear I’ll get to the truth. You’ll finally be proven innocent, and you can have a happy family again."

The one I picked for our big day. "You're throwing it all away? Even the dress?" I shot him a look. Cold. Then dropped a lighter in the trash. The flames jumped fast. "Don't need it. Never will." I waited until it burned out—then walked. Under the weak light, Desmond's face was unreadable. Just as I hit the corner, he rushed up and grabbed my wrist. "Even if I forgot you, you shouldn't give up on yourself. What if I remember someday?" I let out a short, bitter laugh.

in a voice that trembled with reverence. I didn’t know what I was becoming. Only that I wasn’t what I used to be. “Why can’t I remember him?” I asked her one morning, when the fever finally broke and I could speak clearly again. The Seer looked at me for a long time. Then, without a word, she placed a hand over my heart. “You remember,” she said. “But your soul chose silence. You buried the wound in the deepest part of yourself.” I curled into myself, the weight of that truth pressing against my ribs.

The wolfsbane toxin had left gruesome marks all over me, and my blood had long since clotted into dark red patches. On the fifth day, he finally found me. And I knew it was time to go. My soul began to glow, transforming into a soft light. As my soul began to dissipate, I heard the final thought from my own heart: "Goodbye, Fenrir." "The Selene who loved you is gone forever." The light grew brighter. I felt my consciousness being gently pulled away. The very instant my soul vanished, every breeze in the pack fell still. An eerie silence descended upon the air.

But to me, he was just a soulless devil. Do you remember the time when you were 11 and I was 9, we got so dirty when we played out in the rain in the garden? Dad called us inside and he told us to go clean ourselves up and he will take care of me? I grabbed your arm and told you please stay and you said it's fine, and you'll be back. Guess what? He took care of me real good. It was real slow like time stopped and I felt like my soul left my body and I was watching myself from the outside. Crying, soaking wet, and cold. He was oh so gentle, it was torture. I kept hoping, wishing, praying, and begging you will open the door of the bathroom and check in with me but you never came and my soul th