Naruto Forgotten Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

One year later… Aaron carefully opened the garden shed. He slipped inside closing it again. He quickly walked to the corner and removed the tarp that covers the powerful motorcycle. He can still taste the blood in his mouth even after this time. He lifts his hand and wipes across his mouth. This was a nervous habit, a reminder not to forget. He was building his revenge plan. His heart suddenly starts to beat very fast making him drop onto the ground. The forgotten memory of him pulling him back into his past…He was once lost but he will find Annie.

"Tell him I need him to send the spell that will open up lost memories, to give those lucid dreams that reveal the lost part of the psyche. I don't want him to suffer any side effects but I need it to be thorough, every atom of his mind must be purged and brought to the fore." "Yes, great one. You think...?" "I think," Atum interrupted calmly "that Am Heh is not completely without heart, that, while he prided himself on my error as he put it, he simply hides it well and I did not make such a mistake in his creation." He gave a wry smile. "Old I might be, but I have never been past my best!" Shu smiled, to him and the others, Atum had never been any less than perfect.

Vera leaned against the railing, Raven speaking in low tones, and she laughed softly at something he said. Something had changed between them. I could feel it, and I finally made my decision. That day, I was the last one in the hall that evening. I finished transcribing the survey records, stacked the scrolls, set down my pen. On impulse, I checked Vera's feed. A photo from the south. Night banquet. Raven held his cup over hers, letting a single drop of his blood fall into her glass. A gesture of the highest recognition a clan lord could offer, a gift of his own essence.

“Bullshit. As I said before, King Fane Katrall was a whore son before he married the ruling Queen of the time, Nara.” “Things change.” “Not that much they don’t,” she snapped. “Again, I’m sorry.” He turned his head back and looked at Astrid. He raised his hand and brushed one finger lightly across her lips. He then traced her jawline before letting his hand fall back to his side.

`So it goes deeper. He looked at his hand. The fading mark. `I broke her for my father. And I let her think it was because she wasn’t enough.` He clenched his fist. "I’m going to fix this," he said. "All of it." Behind him, the door opened a crack. _Lyra_ stood there. Leaning on the frame. She’d heard everything. Their eyes met. And for the first time in 5 years, neither of them looked away.

It read: Dear Irina, I know you’re still angry at me and I can’t buy your forgiveness but I just want you to understand that there is no end of the earth that you will run to where I will not find you. even in hell, I would chase you and make sure our souls are together in eternal damnation. I have a lot of ways to make you forgive me and forget that this ever happened. Ways that could even make you forget your name. But I will make sure that as long as you live, you will never forget me. ~S

I scrunch my nose, stroking his huge ego. Narcissistic evil Bastard. “ And you keep forgetting it. ” He husks, a dangerous edge to his voice. How many things I have piled up until now? “ I will have to drill it into your mind so you remember it. ” I gulp, listening to him. My nipples harden once more. I glance down and look up shamefully. Deep inside, I know it’s not the heat fucking with my mind right now. “ I am sorry. ” I mumble, rubbing my thighs together.

He had already decided to forget that night but how could he. Breathing slowly the memories of the night flooded his mind. "well shit," Nathan muttered to himself. hi lovies sorry the chapter is short but I hope you are enjoy and please don't judge it's my first book and am still learning. Thanks 😊. see you on the next chapter.

“Tell me, what happened?” I didn’t want to remember, but her words triggered the memories of my confrontation with Damon. His words were like fresh wounds. I was scarred for life. He saw me as nothing. I was just a mate he had rejected and nothing other than a surrogate. That was what I was to him. The way he had held me that night while he fucked me to oblivion wasn’t engraved in his memory like it was in mine and now I hated it. “I’m so sorry, Naomi,” I finally said. “I almost did something stupid.”

But the pain of his initial rejection had acted like a slow poison, killing the fragile, hopeful girl she used to be. "You are a stranger, Julian," she whispered. "The Julian I loved wouldn't have signed those severance papers. The Julian I loved wouldn't have let Cynthia humiliate me for weeks while he watched from the dais. You killed that version of yourself the day you decided a human mate wasn't worth the political trouble." Julian’s face drained of color, his hands dropping to the floor. The truth of her words was a physical weight, crushing him into the dirt. Before he could respond, a sharp, rhythmic knock sounded at the double doors.