Of Forgotten Memories Novels & Stories

It was said that he had forgotten how old he really was. "I would like to accompany you to see your mate, if I may? I was once in love with a female in that village. But her father did not favor our union. The Clutch has a long memory and well remembered the death of your parents, so it was decided that I would leave the village. I never forgot her. And I would very much like to see if I recognize any of what might be her ancestors." Tine could only nod. He could only imagine the pain that the old dragon had felt. Just being separated from Mira to come to this meeting of the Elders was almost debilitating. Raptor had literally had his love ripped away from him.

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

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.

words which by now he knew by heart. Yes, Sarah remembered his wish, to go back and live as if she had never met him. With difficulty, she had. Never once had she mentioned what happened to her during these few weeks before she landed in the hospital. No one knew. However, she couldn't accomplish the other part of the wish which was to forget him. She never forgot him and never could. She couldn't forgot his memories as the hardest memories to erase are those which never saw the light of reality. Good memories hurt because they are good and bad memories hurt because they are bad. And so was his case.

He just stood there, staring at me. “I've been re–reading my old journals,” he said, his voice thoughtful. “But some of the things I wrote down don't match what I remember anymore.” He looked pained and haunted, his eyes dilating. “It's like I'm slowly losing the ability to tell which memories are real,” he continued. “Sometimes I forget Dwayne, Ashley. Sometimes Maverick. Sometimes…” he hesitated, his eyes finding mine. "Sometimes I forget that we got divorced. And there are moments where I remember Sofia and wonder if I ever really loved her, or if I just told myself that I did."

In that moment, she thought perhaps she should search for something—anything—that might have belonged to her before she lost her memory. She opened and closed drawers, checked the closet, but found nothing. Not even a single trace of who she used to be. Tired, she sat down on the edge of the bed. That dream she had—the one that haunted her—had stirred something inside her. A sudden desire to uncover her lost memories, though she didn’t even know where to begin. Rising from the bed, she stepped out of her room, walked down the grand staircase, and crossed the foyer. Her feet seemed to move on their own, carrying her to the back of the mansion. There, she found the storage room—the one that he

,I walk towards my room, shutting the door behind me,as tears stream my face. I sob to my heart's content,my thoughts bitter and heart pained. He's probably moved on,happy. I hug my knees to my chest,crying like I have never cried before. What should I do to forget him?

"Why? The memoir will still matter if you take breaks." "Because something's wrong, Hope. I can feel it." "What do you mean wrong?" "My memory. I forgot Marcus's name yesterday. Just blanked on it completely. It took me twenty minutes to remember." Hope's face went pale. "How often is this happening?" "More and more. Last week I couldn't remember where I was for a few minutes. I was in my own apartment, and I didn't recognize it." "Mom, we need to see a doctor."

Summer's face had gone very still. "Gray," she said softly. "There's no fixing it," I said. "I need you to understand that. It's going to get worse. I'm going to forget things. I already do. I might forget my dad. I might forget Crew. I might forget myself eventually." I looked at her. "I don't want to forget you. I know that probably sounds strange given that you've only been in this house a short time but it's true. And I keep video clips on my phone, of conversations, of moments, so that when I lose them I can find them again."

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.