Novel & Cerita Never Forgotten Poems

I pulled my phone from my pocket with trembling fingers and dialed a number I had memorized but never used, and when the voice on the other end answered, I whispered, "It's over, come and get me, and tell the legal team to prepare everything because I'm taking back every line of code and every cent I ever gave them." ​The hallway began to spin, the adrenaline finally leaving my body and leaving a hollow, freezing cold in its place, and as I heard a maid scream my name from the end of the corridor, the floor seemed to rise up to meet me. My eyes flickered shut just as I heard the distant sound of a heavy car pulling into the driveway, and my last thought wasn't about Slade or his hatred, but

"Mr. Gardner Senior, we're willing to accept any punishment from you, anything at all, as long as you spare our lives!" Gone was their earlier arrogance, replaced by the willingness to do anything for the sake of survival, even grovel before Grandpa. "Ms. Gardner, Mr. Gardner Senior, this is our fault. We didn't recognize Ms. Gardner for who she was. Please, show some magnanimity and have mercy on us insignificant worms." "This is your fault, you imposter! If it weren't for you pretending to be someone you weren't, we certainly wouldn't have been so vicious and ruthless!"

The Forgotten Mate 4. The Baby. Months had passed since that fateful night, and yet the memory of the mysterious man lingered within the depths of my mind, a bittersweet reminder of the fleeting happiness he had brought me. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the pain of my existence persisted, unyielding in its relentless grip.

So she remembers. Hours went by. Those hours turned into days. Days into weeks. Until a couple months went by… He happened to rest against a tree one evening and when He awoke he was right on the doorsteps of that cabin. He had no recollection of how he got there. A little suspicious Quinn politely knocks on the door. There’s no answer. He knocks again but louder this time. Still no answer. He tries the doorknob but it won’t budge. It’s jammed shut. A tell-tale sign to go away from that cabin.

And still, Savara’s scream lingered in the air, haunting, eternal— “I’ll never be forgotten!” And then, silence.

The drink slipped from my hand, shattering on the floor. The illusion yesterday__ the little girl on the court__ wasn't an illusion at all. It was a memory. A memory I didn't know I still had. My chest tightened__ if our lives crossed before, why doesn't acknowledge it?, Why hide it? Or probably she had a memory loss?. A dangerous thought creeps into my mind . Does Adrian know?.

They forgot—I am the flame. And flames don't die. They just find new ways to burn.

"I'm here. I'm ending. I'm resting. I can't go back. Can't be with them. Can't love them knowing they remember. Can't have that. Can't get that. I'm dead. It's too late. It's over. It's done." "Yes." The Forgotten One nods. "You're dead. It's over. It's done. But we wanted you to know. Before you rest. Before you conclude. Before you finish. That they remember. That they love you. That your suffering wasn't for nothing. That dying as yourself meant they could finally remember yourself. That's the gift. The final gift. The conclusion gift. You're remembered. Really. Truly. Forever."

But I had already closed my eyes, and I could not say another word. Mom, Dad, from now on, there would be no need for you to hypnotize me into forgetting your faces anymore. I would forget on my own.

She was staring at the cold ash in the hearth, but it was obvious from her expression that she did not see it. “That would be difficult,” She finally said when Ginika thought she would not respond.” “I know,” Ginika shifted his weight, “It’s easy to follow the funeral rites and lower someone into the dust. The hardest part is how to forget their face.” “Forget?” Vera shook her head, “Never,” she said and sat down beside Ginika. The heavy clothing they wore was the only thing that kept their skin from touching each other. “We don’t forget then Gini,” Vera continued, and Ginika braced himself for the lecture, “We live with the memories. Those memories are the only thing we have. if we forget t