Once Loved Now Forgotten Novels & Stories

I let her go and spent the coming years watching and enjoying what her time with me did to her. There was no light in her eyes, no flames in the words she spoke and no one seemed to give a shit…i found it funny and fulfilling, she stayed silent about it like it was a bad dream and i enjoyed watching her crumbled state trying to navigate through her pathetic existence. But she forgot me. She forgot everything, the light was back in her eyes and that bastard she married…i noticed how he looked at her, how the look in his eyes changed when she lost her memories.

He looked at me “I need fresh air.” I tried to laugh but the tears are really on my eyes “I excuse myself first... Auntie.” She looked at me crying. “Came back okay” I nodded and I decided to leave. When I came out of the door, I immediately sat down and cried. He doesn't remember me anymore. but all our memories came back to me, how we met, and how we became in a relationship. I will make you remember anything, my love. Your mind may forget me but I know your heart won't.

I don't want to be like this anymore, I don't want to chase him anymore, I'll let him remember alone, did he really can remember me? Did he really want to remember me? Well, it's not my problem anymore I've had enough with him. Even, if it's breaking my heart I sigh I tried my very best for him to remember me but I failed. How can I help him to remember me when he always spend time with Loreane and now he suddenly act like that. It's hurting me whenever Loreane is around him and I felt jealous because she can make him smile, she can see the smile that I can no longer see, she can hold his hands and she can spend time with him. While me, I'm here waiting for him to remember me and him don't c

Matt closed his eyes and opened them and said the two words which made me to start falling out of love with him. “I Do” hearing those two words coming from him breaks my heart into million pieces again. I lost him forever. Everything is happening infront of me. I closed my eyes and started thinking about our memories and trying to forget them forever. Then we heard “No!” shocking each and one of us. But who cares, He said “I Do”………..

"They know who I was? What we had? What I sacrificed? They remember?" "They remember." The Forgotten One confirms. "And they're grieving. Really grieving. Not strangers mourning someone they just met. But lovers mourning their Aurora. Their mate. Their love. Their everything. They remember. And they hurt. And they love you. Finally. Really. Completely." "But I'm dead." I sob. "I'm here. I'm ending. I'm resting. I can't go back. Can't be with them. Can't love them knowing they remember. Can't have that. Can't get that. I'm dead. It's too late. It's over. It's done."

Just the quiet sense that the love and pain that swallowed my entire youth is finally over. I pick up the chamomile and walk deeper into the pub, into the warmth and laughter. I don’t look back. The wind blows in from the Atlantic, cutting through the alley. Somewhere in the distance, a long ship horn echoes. Like a drawn-out goodbye. This time, it’s me saying farewell— To the man I once loved. To the man I once hated. And to the sixteen-year-old Ryan who died with time. From now on, our paths will never cross again.

There was no need to keep any remnant of that old configuration on display. The forgotten wife was becoming exactly that: forgotten by the daily machinery of the life that had replaced her. The boys did not ask for her. Dorcas did not speak of her. The staff had begun to route her remaining affairs through lawyers and calendars. Gregory himself could go hours, then most of a day, without her name crossing his mind at all. He turned off the hall light and climbed the stairs toward the bedroom where his present waited. If forgetting was a kind of betrayal, it was one he no longer had the energy to resist. The house was full. The future was full. The woman who had once occupied the center of bo

🌙 He looked exhausted. Lost. Broken. 💀 He couldn’t remember simple things anymore. Couldn’t remember faces. Couldn’t remember names. Couldn’t remember why he was fighting. 😢 The price had been enormous. Because every memory given to Ilyaan… Was a memory lost forever. ⸻ 🌙 The Forgotten Friend Ilyaan felt tears forming. 💔 For the first time… He understood. Orion hadn’t erased himself. 🌑 He had sacrificed himself. ⚡ Not for power.

Not hatred. Only loneliness. "I've waited longer than stars have existed." "I've watched every version of you." "I watched you become a king." "A prisoner." "A Keeper." "An Author." "And every single time..." "...you forgot me." The words struck Adrian harder than any weapon. Forgot... Again. Always forgetting. The room began shaking. The walls dissolved into endless darkness. Outside... countless stars blinked out together. One after another. As though someone was erasing the night itself. The White Book suddenly appeared beside Adrian.

, but deep down, I was bidding him farewell. I grabbed my luggage and dragged this broken body onto a flight headed straight for the warzone. Sunlight streamed through the window and landed softly on me. I took one last look at the city I'd lived in for so many years. Goodbye to the most pathetic love I'd clung to in both lives. Goodbye, Cayden. From now on, I wouldn't be the pack's disgrace anymore. And I'd never love you again.