Naruto Forgotten Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Her brother put me through worse. Nico destroyed everything I built, turned my own allies against me, and left me for dead in that hospital. Now fate delivers his most precious possession into my hands.” “She’s not a possession, she’s a person.” Disapproval saturates his tone. “A vulnerable person who trusts you.” Trust. The word sits heavy between us like an unwelcome guest. Through the doorway, I watch Aleta toss and turn in her sleep, and something uncomfortable takes root in my stomach. “Nico made his choice five years ago,” I continue, returning to the fabricated documents. “Every decision has consequences.” “What happens when her memory returns?” My hands still on the keyboard once ag

It was my turn to share mine and I got nervous. “Hi, I’m Altalune Mizuki.” I started “Uhm I have an older brother, to be honest, I envy y’all.” I laughed “How do you feel when you make your brothers and sisters your support?” I looked at everyone “Because my brother, he left us. there was a bad misunderstanding in our house, he just left the house suddenly and never came back. I was 13 years old at that time, I am 18 now. We haven't seen each other for 8 years and I feel like he has no plans to return. When I was a child we were happy, I don't know if the world was punishing me.” I couldn’t help but the tears are falling into my eyes “I hope we meet again, before I get tired of him. That’s a

Fine, if they won't tell me then I'll find it myself. "I see." I suddenly said. I walked towards Anthony and face him. "Nice meeting you Anthony, take care of your GOOD FRIEND for me." I said and hurriedly went to my room without looking at Sylvester. When I reached my room, I looked the door and I lay in my bed. What happened today gives me headache again. I don't understand a thing, I really don't. A single tears fell from my eyes. What if everyone deceived me? What if he really did not forgotten about me? What if all of this happened because he don't want me anymore so he pretend that he forgot me so I would leave and he'll be free.

My stupidity because I let him enter and change my personality. “Why did you think you were needed back now, when everyone has forgotten you?” he said bitterly. Forgotten? I wished it was that easy to forget, I would’ve forgotten everything long ago. But no, it’s hard to forget because of what happened. It’s hard to forget the things they did to me. “I waited for you for so long,” his voice cracked, and tears spilled out. I reached for his hands, which were wrapped around my waist. I couldn’t take this anymore.

"I'm not certain. I hate this. I choose it anyway. Because the alternatives are worse. Because I refuse to die now. Refuse to forget them myself. Refuse to become the Absolute. This. This torture. This daily heartbreak. This endless starting over. It's the only way. So I choose it. Make it happen. Send me back. Make them forget. Give me immunity. Let me suffer. Let me win. Let me be Aurora. Loving unloved. Knowing unknown. Choosing unchosen. Forever." "Then it's done." The Forgotten One touches me. Power floods through nothing. Through forgotten. Through Aurora. "Return to life. Return to love. Return to suffering. They'll forget you at midnight. Every midnight. Every day ends with them forg

Both young fairies grew up without their mother since they were born. “Bran, just let your friend take it easy for a while. Now, I must return to our realm.” Nurse Zella replies dutifully. “Young lady, can you handle the knowledge of what transpired here? If not, I would be willing to cast a memory magic.” Nurse Zella asks Jo directly. “I would not even dare choose to forget this madam. My best friend is in grave danger. If I could do anything to help her, I would. So, the answer is yes. I can keep a secret madam if that is what you mean.”

Then her memory returned to normal. Scene after hot scene that she had experienced last night with a strange man in this room, spun in Nara's head. Making the girl cover her face while shaking her head. "It wasn't a dream," Nara said disappointedly.Her chest felt tight remembering all these events. She wanted to cry, but the tears couldn't come out anymore. Not wanting to remember something that Nara desperately wanted to forget, the girl slowly got out of bed. She had to leave that room quickly. It was a very horrible room for Natra.

The dome vanished, in its place was a net of raw, painful memory. The lead, Forgotten, wearing Finn’s lost love’s face, stepped forward. When its foot crossed the valley, the bloody light lashed out. It didn’t destroy it and it remembered it. The Forgotten soldier shuddered, its vacant black eyes cleared, showing confused, scared eyes of the young woman she once was. She looked at Finn, lips silently saying his name, then faded into a gentle silver mist that rose and vanished. The ancient oath, fully awakened, was not a shield and it was fire. It reminded the Forgotten who they were and set them free.

But that was not all it would do. The Draught of Forgotten Years was subtle. It did not burn or cramp or cause visible distress. It simply... erased. Memories faded like morning mist. Faces blurred. Names dissolved. Bonds went silent. By the time she woke, she would not remember Lucian. Would not remember the curse. Would not remember the life she had lived before this room. She would be mine. I heard her call out. "Darius?" "Darius," Her voice came out weak, slurred. I stepped in with a soft smile on my face watching her closely.

she said, crying into his shirt as he hugged her tightly, and her hair was beginning to get hair wet as he cried, because he was dropping heavy tears into it. "It is not okay, I forgot you. How could I forget you? I put you through so much pain,” he croaked out, feeling an immense amount of despair and sorrow in his gut. Since he now knew that he had hurt his mate, he was even more confused as to why he forgot her in the first place. But he couldn't ask her that yet, not when everything was like this. He had only just recalled the fuzzy memory of them meeting at a party where they spoke the same word. When she explained what they were, he had immediately known that Natalie was his.