Once Loved Now Forgotten Novels & Stories

"Twelve years ago, I helped you because you were hurt. Because you were dying. Not so you could fall in love with me now, and not so you could use guilt or feelings to make up for what you did." His face went pale, but he still nodded. "I understand. I won't use any of that to hold you back again." I looked at both of them one last time. "Remember tonight. This is the last time you'll ever see me."

His joy that night came from something entirely different and unrelated to them. The woman he truly loved, Sophia Hadley, had finally returned. Six years ago, James and Sophia had been deeply in love. However, Sophia had abruptly left. While chasing after her, James got into an accident and lost the ability to walk. Naomi had been his personal assistant at the time. She stayed by his side day and night. She endured his mood swings, encouraged him, and helped him through rehab. The day he stood up again, joy clouded his mind. In his drunken haze, he mistook her for Sophia and made love to her through the night.

he said, his voice as cold as steel. My heart shattered into pieces when I heard that. Did I just get rejected? “You are no longer needed here,” he said. “You are now free to leave.” I felt my head spinning. The walls around me were closing in. I was finding it difficult to digest what I just heard. But a few moments later, the truth sunk in and I could feel it ruin my soul. I just got rejected by my mate.

"Yes, Evelyn is my wife now. Whether you accept it or not, I'm with her. What happened was an accident. None of us wanted it. Can't you just forgive her?" "How am I supposed to forgive her? I'm your mother! Look at me! Look at my face! I was ruined, and you want me to forgive her?" She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her disfigured face. Fresh red skin had just begun to grow over the wounds, with black scabs still visible in some places. It was a horrifying sight. When Trevor looked away, Lydia's heart broke. If her son couldn't even bear to look at her, what was the point of living anymore?

The one thing he desired above all else now was the happiness he had once taken for granted and carelessly let slip through his fingers. He turned his head, his gaze drifting over every corner of his house. For a second, he could see her everywhere—on the couch, in the hallway, and beside the dining table. Each apparition of her was smiling and waving at him. However, they disappeared just as quickly as they appeared, leaving only the suffocating darkness behind, swallowing him whole. A wave of loneliness, regret, and heartache swept over him, drowning him in its depths.

“This conversation is over.” Ayla’s hands clenched at her sides. This wasn’t just rejection. This was humiliation. And the worst part? Liana had won. For now. As Kael extended his hand to Liana, sealing her fate as his chosen wife, Ayla made a silent vow—this was not the end. Not by a long shot. Her knees weakened, the world tilting. And then— Darkness. As Ayla collapsed, the last thing she heard was Kael’s voice—low, irritated. “Get her out of my sight.”

“He wants you, but we can never happen. I, Derek Whithorn, Crown Prince of the Blackridge Pack, reject you, Amira, as my mate and Luna” My heartbeat slowed down as the pain seared through me, but oddly, I recovered almost quickly. “I accept your rejection,” I glared back, my voice even louder. “I, Amira, daughter of no one, accept your rejection.” He blinked. “What?” “You just saved me from a lifetime of misery, so I accept your rejection,” I repeated. “Do you think I would want to be mated to someone who’s hated me since we were kids?” I said quietly, pushing him away from me.

I looked confused at her. "You said something...” I shook my head. "I think I got lost in the moment." "You said strawberries and whiskey." she whispered, and continued "What do you know about that?" "I told you I got lost in the moment" I looked at the panic expression on her face and that's when I realized that she knew about it. She knew about the one night stand. But why can't she remember me? Or is she just pretending? ………. Jill Malik P.O.V

It was as if a knife had been plunged into my heart, twisting and turning, cutting deeper with every passing second. I retreated to the solitude of my room, my steps heavy and my shoulders slumped. The walls seemed to close in on me as the reality of the situation settled in. Liam, the man I had loved more than life itself, had forgotten me. The memories we had created together, the bond we had shared, all reduced to nothingness. I collapsed onto my bed, tears streaming down my face. How had this happened? What had caused him to lose his memory of me? Questions swirled in my mind, but there were no answers, only the crushing weight of despair.

I am forever grateful to her for it. It hurt, of course, it did. Was I used to it, not entirely? I kept it away from them for 7 years. It doesn't matter now, I am in a good place in life. That memory won't be forgotten. My principle is to forgive but never forget. He ruined me, they ruined.