Once Loved Now Forgotten Novels & Stories

I immediately was hit with a wave of disappointment. I seriously need to get a hold of myself. What is wrong with me? Why am I feeling this way when I am literally standing next to my boyfriend, Salvador. I need to get a grip and come to terms with the fact that I am no longer in Aiden's life. We are no longer in eachother's lives. I need to let go once and for all. My intrusive thoughts were interrupted with the sound of the MC introducing the celebrant for tonight. " Please join me and welcome, the one and only Gloria Hart" he announced as the whole hall welcomed her with a round of applause.

She uttered so boldly as he Scoffed. "You really do trust him?" Why are you still hoping on him? Okay even though he isn't dead yet you should have the idea that he has forgotten all about you years ago. "I know Hudson very well" remember that me and him do stay together before! I know his move more than you do because at this moment, he had forgotten all about you. Just imagine it, three of being departed from each other. Of course he no longer cares that someone like you actually exist and you know what, no man can toast you at this stage of your life because you're getting old. His words hit her differently as she decided to ignore him. She's beautiful. She had always been beautiful and n

Every betrayal. Every sacrifice. Every time Aiden had called her Mother. Every time Orion had argued with her. Every time Solen had reminded her of forgotten things. Every time Nero had been afraid. Every time her little girl had reached for her hand. Love flooded through Lyra. The First Heart screamed. Stop! Lyra continued. You survived because people forgot. Her memories grew brighter. You manipulated Kael because he forgot. You controlled Aiden because he forgot. You entered me because you thought I would forget.

It's been five years since I fell ill with depression, and I'm finally myself again. I can talk, laugh freely, and I actually have an appetite. The icing on the cake is that my husband, Ian Beaumont, and I are expecting our second child. At our New Year's Eve family gathering, Ian's godsister, Gemma Waverly, gets tipsy and starts making a scene. "I think it was about five years ago. I was dumped, and I took the car out for a little joyride while the surveillance cameras were under maintenance. "Guess what? The moment I stepped on the gas, a cat abruptly flew out of nowhere and slammed right into my hood. It yowled and bolted off." A faint, disdainful smile plays on her lips. "That damn

But somewhere along the way, I had forgotten that none of those things meant much if the person giving them made you feel alone. I still didn’t think I deserved to find out she was divorcing me from a stack of paper on an empty bed. “So what now?” Vincent asked. “I don’t know.” I replied and it was the truth. Vincent watched me for a moment. “You’re Roman Ashford,” he said. “You always know what you’re going to do.” “Not this time.” “That might be the first time I’ve heard you admit that.” I ignored him and took a drink. The whiskey burned down my throat.

I turned on my heel and stormed out of the room, the weight of it all bearing down like a curse. The Luna had vanished. And for the first time in my life, I realized… I was no longer the one being left behind. I was the one being forgotten.

She uttered, recalling the vacuousness in his gaze, that coldness that pricked her heart, those eyes that told her he didn't recognize her but was that possible? Was it possible to forget someone so fast, it had only been a few weeks? How could he forget her easily or how could he pretend not to know her? "You should forget him, Gwen, he isn't worth fussing or gaining a headache. He has a mate already, it's better you move on with your life as he had done," Odessa voiced in a barren tone and gaze cemented on the ceiling. "Grandma Ola is no longer with us, we are on our own now. The best we could do is make ourselves at home, find something attached to our names, and when the time comes, we g

All I needed to do was grab a taxi to the hotel. My legs failed before I got to the street. The concrete bit into my jeans, making my knees sting. My heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces. He didn’t hate me. He didn’t choose his dream or his old life over me. He didn’t think they were better. He didn’t decide he could do better. I couldn’t hate him over this. I couldn’t fucking hate him. I couldn’t forget it. I couldn’t move on. Because he didn’t remember. He never remembered me. Our time. All of it. The whirlwind, the promises, the adoration, the love. I was the only one who held it. The half of a heart and soul that was left of me screamed in pain. It was as though it all n

Welcome to the official, fully revised edition of A Love Once Lost! Before you dive into the journey, please take a moment to read through this author’s note, content advisory, and legal disclosure regarding the history and official distribution of this work. About the Story and Publication History: This book holds a deeply special place in my heart. I first began drafting and creating this concept back in 2019, making it my very first original story. For roughly 6 to 7 years, early drafts and various iterations of this story existed on W*****d under a different title (Lost Love). Over those years, the plot underwent continuous development—it was edited, rewritten, unpublished, and republish

The one who had been cast out by the other gods for trying to destroy everything. The one who was known only as… The Forgotten. And as the voice faded, the crystal cracked.