Once Loved Now Forgotten Novels & Stories

I tried to dance to the sad heartbroken songs. You're everything I thought you never were And nothing like I thought you could've been But still you live inside of me So tell me, how is that? You're the only one I wish I could forget .The only one I love to not forgive And though you break my heart You're the only one On the realization, it wasn't soothing me at all.I removed the t-shirt I was wearing and limped to Marcus room. I removed the bandage and waited for the bathtub to be filled with water. As soon as it was full, I got in still listening to my sad songs and began gulping down the bottle of wine... ****

As I no longer loved her, her apologies meant nothing to me. Sitting on the floor, I only had one thing on my mind. It was time for me to cross over. In my next life, I hoped to live as a mindless single-celled organism. Helen patted Jean on the shoulder. “Tanner has your heart, so it makes sense that you’re in denial now.” Jean snapped her head up. “But Tanner gave me his kidney. He loves and cares about me.” Helen gave Jean a look as if she were an idiot.

"Damian, my stomach hurts." So he turned away, lifted her in his arms, and left. The doctors, guards, and his underboss followed him out. I slid to the floor, one hand braced against the table leg, while my mother's voice cut through the room. "Karma. That's what this is." In my last life, it had been snow. In this life, it was blood. As long as Serena was there, they would always leave me behind.

“No.” The golden star floated forward. “The Path of Forgetting.” This time another vision appeared. Adrian smiled. He laughed. He lived a peaceful life. Elaine was beside him. Yet every time she reached for his hand— He looked at her like a stranger. He never remembered their love. Never remembered Clara. Never remembered the park. Never remembered the thousands of lives they’d shared. Elaine’s heart shattered. She couldn’t bear to watch. The silver star drifted between them. “The Path of Sacrifice.”

The grandfather clock in the grand hallway of the Silvercrest packhouse struck midnight, its heavy, rhythmic ticks echoing like a countdown through the silent room. Evelyn Vance sat perfectly still on the edge of the leather armchair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The silver band on her left ring finger felt exceptionally heavy tonight, cold against her skin. Three years. For exactly one thousand and ninety-five days, she had worn that ring, and for those exact same days, she had been a ghost in her own home.

"I always knew you’re a bad drinker, but I didn’t realize you lose your memory afterwards. Is this something new?" Lose memory? What’s she talking about? I frowned beneath the pillow and then, slowly, it started coming back. And the first thing that hit me back what Clyde’s words; “Charlotte Harper is no one significant.” My fingers curled into the pillow, nails digging into the fabric as anger surged through me once again. Then the rest flow freely afterwards. I remember how I left the party, how I called Lucy and we went for drinks. I remembered talking about Clyde. About how he had looked at me that evening which is much admiration, not knowing I was the very wife he’d spent years despisi

The watch had since become a token of our love, and he never took it off aside from bath and bed. And yet, it was now in another woman's photo… Taking a deep breath, I put mine in a drawer. - Duke didn't return that night, so I went alone to the venue the next morning. I booked the place six months ago for the marking ceremony, but now, I'm here to cancel it. Still, I ran into Diana there—our neighbor, and a mate of one of Duke's sentries. Seeing me, she came over and took my hands, congratulating me endlessly before saying, "Oh, and I just saw Duke buying a car trunk full of champagne roses, and now I ran into you here! The marking ceremony is soon, I take it?"

I had never felt something like this before Life had always kept me at peace You came and opened the doors of pain And gifted me with solitude Your poison tainted my heart Leaving it in complete darkness And instead of forgetting you I ended up loving you even more And now you're here Watching me suffer Tell me, how should I go about forgetting Your kisses and erasing you forever From myself From myself From myself From myself I knew it the moment I saw you Loving you was going to hurt me deeply

The tears finally dropped and Thalia faced the table, not wanting to show her tears. Gently, he raised a hand, hesitant but determined. His fingertips brushed her face, wiping away the tears. Thalia closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, feeling the warmth of his palm against her cool skin. His other hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing soothing circles. "You don't have to talk more about it if it's too hard for you." Thalia nodded, attempting a smile amidst her mental breakdown. This was the first time since she came to this new world that she thought about her uncle, her trauma, and her mom.

No sound of traffic, no distant hum of technology, nothing but a stillness that made her feel like she was walking through a forgotten graveyard. She looked around, her heart beating faster as the realization sank in: this was **Nyxterra**. The place she had only heard whispered rumors about, a world where lost memories supposedly went to die. It was said that those who wandered too far into the shadows of Nyxterra rarely came back. The city itself was a labyrinth of half-formed structures, their outlines blurred as though they were fading in and out of existence, forgotten by time and memory.