R5 I Can't Forget About You Novels & Stories

"Yes, I can. But you must understand that it will be a difficult process. You will forget everything about Dante, including your love for him. Are you sure that this is what you want? And in some unique instances, you might forget that we also talked and forget the memories that I revealed to you. Do you still want to proceed?” I hesitated for a moment, my heart torn between knowing my real family and my desire to escape the pain that the Rossi’s had caused me. But in the end, the pain won out. "Yes," I said firmly. "I want to forget him. Please, Moon Goddess." The Moon Goddess placed her hands on my temples, and I felt a rush of energy flow through me. It was like a wave of light, washing o

Shrugging her shoulders, she searched for a pen in her bag and recited the popular saying under her breath, "There's no harm in trying…" When she held her pen and opened the first blank page of the book, she paused. What date would she write? History was the subject she failed the most in high school, so she didn't know any particular event or time she would like to travel to. The only country Thalia had ever learned about or been obsessed with was the tropical island nation, Rivenland. It was the only class she'd paid attention to because its history captured her, so she knew its history by heart.

tanong bigla ni Lawrence sakaniya. “Ginusto ko bang pakawalan siya? Kung pwede nga lang itali siya ginawa ko na. Pero mukhang ayaw ata ng tadhana na magkasama kaming dalawa..” “O eto na yung round 2 mo.” sabad naman ni Ryle sabay lagay ng beer sa harap niya. “Kung ganun pala.. ba't hindi ka na lang mag-move on? Kaysa naman patuloy kang umasa diba? Eh hindi pala siya yung para sayo talaga.”

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(NFTMB) Chapter 87 Alessandro (Love, R) Roses are red, Violets are blue, You killed me once, I'll kill you twice. Love, R. I held the fucking note in my hand as I read it like a million times over and over and still couldn't figure out what the hell is happening in my mind and in my life. R? Really? Who the fuck is R? “Alessandro, are you sure this isn't just a trick?”

“I am only finally accepting that rejection. Why does that seem to rile you up?” “Stop trying to act tough, Amanda. You and I both know that Duncan is speaking the truth. Just stay as he wants you to. Stop trying to provoke him. He wants you to remain his mate so don’t push your luck with emotional blackmail,” Kattie spat, rising from the bed, the mark on her neck blazing like a defiant challenge. She had shifted her clothing just enough to reveal it fully to mock me. “Shouldn’t you be happy with what I want to do?” I asked, voice cutting through the tension. “After all, you’d be the first person to benefit when your Duncan and I are free of the mate bond binding us together.”

I smiled to myself, shaking my head, and then noticed her phone lying on the table. "Ugh, this girl," I muttered, picking it up. Just as I stood, I remembered something else. "Oh! I forgot to remind her to come home with me in the evening." Without thinking, I grabbed my strawberry smoothie and hurried after her, weaving through the hallway toward Tower One, hoping I could catch her before she disappeared again.

Tainted by the guilt of the future war. The spell hadn't just stolen four years; it had retroactively poisoned the timeline. It had rewritten the narrative so completely that I couldn't find a single memory of Remy that didn't have a shadow hanging over it. Every smile, every touch, every whispered *I love you* was now infected by the knowledge of what I had done to her under the hex. "I..." I choked out, tears streaming down my face. "I don't have any." The silence was absolute. I HAVE NONE.

Xander suddenly said, grabbing my arm. I yanked it away instantly. “It’s okay, Xander,” I said with a faint smile, just loud enough for the mic to pick up. “This will all blow over soon. People always forget.” He leaned in closer, hissing through gritted teeth, “What the hell are you doing?” I met his eyes and said clearly, “I’m coming back to modeling.”

But I surprised her. I really was just… not her. “You know,” I said as we stepped out of the shop, both of us slipping on a pair of ridiculous matching sunglasses we absolutely didn’t need, “maybe losing my memory really was the best thing that ever happened to me.” Rae snorted, adjusting hers dramatically. “Great, now you’re gonna go around headbutting walls just to reset your personality.”