Romans & histoires Once Forgotten, Now Unforgettable

We arrive at the stranger's apartment; a small building located a short distance away from the club. My body floods with a pleasurable warmth that settles between my legs. Every inch of me seems to buzz with excitement, eager to continue what we'd started at the club. This is something new, an impulse I've never be confident enough to act on, and I've never felt more alive.

Some unforgettable moments. Some unforgettable moments are the ghosts of the past, haunting us with their beauty, their pain, and their lessons that taught us things that come our way unexpectedly. Not only that, but they are the echoes of our lives, reminding us of where we've been and where we're going. In the words of William Faulkner, "The past is never dead. It's not even past." I felt that to my very core.

The Forgotten join the kingdom. They are welcomed, embraced. They have been erased for centuries. Now they are remembered. Now they are home. But I know this is not the end. There is always something.

Never had Fiona's karate skill get it's usefulness like that moment. The third couldn't untie scorpion and he left the man and lunched towards Fiona. Only one way out, just one option, they'll kill the woman and escape. It was at that moment that Scorpion painfully opened his eyes, and tried to understand where he was. Then suddenly he remembered that the woman he wanted to fuck, oh he has an unfinished business but then, he found his freedom restricted. “How dare you bitch..?” He bellowed

“Thank you.” “For?” “Making me see that I can have both, this and the world I’ve been raised to rule.” “You can do whatever you set your mind to. I have no doubt.” She laid her hand over mine. “Thank you.” It was my turn to question. “For…?” “When Papá informed me of our wedding, I didn’t think we would ever have this—love—it’s more than I could have imagined.” Thank you for reading NOW AND FOREVER, Catalina and Dario’s story. Coming next in the Brutal Vows series, TILL DEATH DO US PART, Mia and Aléjandro’s story.

It's almost 2 month yet he still didn't remember me and I'm running out of time. "Are you alright?" I snap out ky thoughts when he spoke "Yeah, I'm fine don't worry" I said with a smile After eating, we went outside to see the beauty of the resort. I still remember the first time he took me here, this resort had carry a lot of our memories, memories that I don't know if he can remember or a memories that will remain in the past and will be forgotten. We walked with holding hands and it feels comfortable. "I'd like to come here again with you" he suddenly said

Whatever made her happy. All my feelings for her had burned out in my past life. The only thing keeping me here now was money. And Sarah must have sensed it, because she started buying me things like crazy. Luxury items. Houses. We lived like that for three years. No drama. No fights. Shane learned to walk. He learned to talk. I took him all over the world with me. My parents tried over and over to patch things up with me. I shut them down every time. They ended up sending Lucas out of state. His reputation was destroyed. No family with any real standing would touch him.

I've tried to forget him. He's engraved in my mind like I haven't seen him for over six months. I can still remember his touch, his hands roaming all over my body, the feeling of his mouth touching every inch of me. How he was able to give me the best orgasm I ever had. I can still hear his whispers that sent me over the edge. I can feel the tightness in my stomach as he held me from my release. He's the kind of memory that will haunt you in a good and bad way.

It was a love that defied the boundaries of time and memory—a love that forged its own path. In the months that followed, I began to embrace my newfound perspective. The absence of memories became an opportunity to live fully in the present moment, to savor every interaction, every touch, and every word shared with Adrian. Together, we built a love that was anchored in the now, unburdened by the weight of the past.

Whatever has happened, whatever I have gone through to get to this point, I have promised myself to not begrudge and moan about the past, but instead, look forward to the life I have yet to live with my mate. This is all I can think about when I look at my mate. My mate. My mate. My mate. I don’t think I will ever be able to stop saying these words inside my head because they feel too good to be true. Sometimes, I feel like a teenager, who has just found his mate, but I can’t help how happy this fact makes me.