Remembered

Brian was a happy man until he got into an accident and everything changes. His whole world turn upside down when he realized that everyone is behind him for some reason and he has no idea what was going on. He remembered one thing that he has to save his family. Running from everyone and searching his wife, he soon found that he is the danger for a strong organization and unit called Zion Space Station but due to the accident his memories are compromised. Jerika is a scientist and she works in the Zion Space Station but that was not her only introduction, she had been living with a secret not known to many. She found something out of line in the system and she struggles to make everyone aware of the threat but fails. Jerika has one motive to find the culprit and save her work but working against the system invites many troubles for her. Jerika has some hidden agenda of her own regarding the Zion and she soon makes enemy within the organization who sees her as a threat. Brian and Jerika are fighting for their own cause but their worlds became entangled and twisted somehow. Zion Space Station, a research station of space was filled with secrets and lies and with all the layers folding together, the truth was hidden somewhere deep. Jerika intend to search the truth and Brian in her compromised condition found that there was no other way than to take Jerika's help and help her in return. But what is the truth and why is Jerika so interested in it? What is the connection between these two? What will happen when they two will meet?

Raiahnara had been having an affair with her stepbrother and professor, Engr. Shiloah Jace Buenavista. Kung paano nagsimula iyon, hindi na rin niya alam. All she remembered was that they used to despise each other… until it led to one reckless and heated night between them. At ang isang gabing iyon ng karupukan ay umabot ng taon. They just couldn’t get enough of each other. But their arrangement was purely physical. Dahil anila, mas magiging kumplikado kung lalagpas pa sila roon. At least this way, they could call it quits anytime and forget everything that had happened between them once they got bored. Unfortunately for them, destiny had other plans. Shiloah was set to be part of an arranged marriage between their family and the family of their father’s business partner. And now, Aiah was confused. Hindi niya namalayang umabot na pala siya sa puntong ayaw na niyang may kahati. She didn’t realize until then that she only wanted him for herself. Si Shiloah ay dapat para lang sa kanya. Kaso… paano niya ipaglalaban ang isang bagay na sa simula pa lang ay itinanggi na nila? Kakayanin niya nga ba? Lalo na kung si Shiloah na mismo ang unang susuko at pipiling sumunod sa obligasyong itinakda ng kanilang pamilya? — THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, AND SCENES THAT MAY BE DISTURBING OR TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS.

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.

Susan is a human girl who was blessed with the gift of prophesies. In the state of Kansas, it was believed that everyone who was born with this gift was possessed by a demon. When her family figured out her reality, they sold her to Father Antoine of the Catholic division. It was believed that whoever was sold to a reverend father for a period of seven years, would end up being free from the demonic spirit. This was so strange, and many of the gullible has been sold over. Susan Theodore will be a part of this circle. She carted off her things, and went to stay with Father Antoine. Things were really good. She was allowed to do so many things kids her age did. And she didn’t miss her parents all that much. To Susan, it was like a home away from home. Things changed exactly three months later. Susan had a dream as real as breathing. She saw the Father having sex with a woman called Lily Wolfe. Susan remembered seeing her at a time. She was so pretty. And, always seemed in a hurry. She couldn’t keep the affair in her head, owing to the fact that the Father had informed her to always tell him about her dreams. It will make it easier to deliver her from evil spirits. So, after the confessions on a cold Saturday morning, she summoned up the courage to talk to the Father. Father Antoine was wrath. For the first time, he saw what her family had been complaining about. This girl was truly possessed. In his rage, he striped her of the respect she had been accorded, and made her nothing but a slave.

Here is your blockbuster GoodNovel synopsis — exactly 250 words, written to hook readers from the first line: 📖 THE PRICE OF LETTING GO A Billionaire Romance by Darksnow Sable I signed the divorce papers on a Tuesday. No tears. No phone calls. No begging. I simply picked up the pen, signed my name, and let Dominic Hartley go. For four years, I was the perfect wife to the most powerful man in Manhattan. I gave up my career, my dreams, my voice — all for a man who looked through me like I was glass. I loved him in silence while he built his empire, never once realizing he was destroying mine. When he filed for divorce, he expected me to shatter. I didn’t. I rebuilt. A new apartment. A new career. A new version of Selene Whitmore who finally remembered what she was worth. While Dominic sat in his cold, perfect penthouse surrounded by everything money could buy and nothing that actually mattered — I was thriving. That was when he finally saw me. Too late. Now Dominic Hartley — the billionaire who never chased anything because everything always came to him — is chasing me. Calling. Showing up. Apologizing in ways I spent four years desperately waiting to hear. But I am not the woman he divorced. And love, I have learned, is not enough reason to return to a burning building. He wants a second chance. The question is whether a man like Dominic can truly change — or whether I am simply the one thing his money cannot buy back.

He whispered her name nine hundred and ninety-nine times in his sleep. Never mine. For five years, I gave everything to Vincent Bonanno—the heir to one of the most powerful mafia dynasties in Europe. I turned his house into a home, remembered every careless detail he let slip, even abandoned my dream of becoming an artist—believing that one day, he would finally choose me. But whenever Alessia appeared, his loyalty bent toward her. The night boiling fondue scarred my arms, he rushed to shield her from a scratch that barely reddened her skin. In public, his gaze never stayed with me—it drifted to her. I was the wife on paper, but never in truth. So I walked away. With nothing but a suitcase, divorce papers he signed without noticing, and a secret I never planned to share—three months pregnant. He discovered too late. The divorce was real. The clinic file was real. And by the time he realized, I had vanished. Now the man who once ruled cities with cold power is tearing the world apart to find us. He has soldiers, money, and a thousand apologies he never gave when I was still his wife. But I’m no longer the woman who begged for affection. I’m a mother. An artist. A survivor. The question isn’t whether Vincent can reach me. It’s whether, when he does, I’ll ever let him back into the life he destroyed.

"Did you really think you could run from me forever.....after the way I touched you that night?" he growled, his hands pinning her wrists above her head, eyes dark with intensity as they drank her in. "You became mine from the second I touched you....and no amount of time or distance will change that. And you need to understand the consequences of crossing path with me." Her breath hitched. She hated the way her body remembered him—how his voice alone could shatter her defenses. His touch burned through the fabric of time, pulling at memories she’d fought to bury. Every word he spoke sent a shiver down her spine, curling heat in places she’d sworn had long gone numb. But it wasn’t just desire. It was fear. Fear of what he made her feel. Fear of the truth she hadn’t told him. Fear that if she let him in again, she might never find the strength to walk away. As the past and old enemies resurface and buried secrets begin to unravel, Kimberly is forced to confront the past she tried so hard to forget. But with every truth revealed, the danger grows—and so does the temptation to fall again. Caught between betrayal, obsession, and a love that refuses to die, Kimberly must fight to protect the one thing she swore to keep safe. Because some sins don't stay buried. And some passions are impossible to escape.

In 1989 an 8.2 earthquake almost flattened America, killing over 30,000 people in less than four minutes. In the midst of utter devastation and chaos, a father left his wife safely at home and rushed to the school where his son was supposed to be, only to discover that the building was as flat as a pancake. After the unforgettably initial shock, he remembered the promise he had made to his son: "No matter what, I’ll always be there for you!" And tears began to fill his eyes. As he looked at the pile of ruins that once was the school, it looked hopeless, but he kept remembering his commitment to his son. He began to direct his attention towards where he walked his son to class at school each morning. Remembering his son s classroom would be in the back right corner of the building; he rushed there and started digging through the ruins. As he was digging, other helpless parents arrived, clutching their hearts, saying: "My son!" "My daughter!" Other well meaning parents tried to pull him off what was left of the school, saying: "It s too late! They’re all dead! You can’t help! Go home! Come on, face reality, there s nothing you can do!" To each parent he responded with one line: "Are you going to help me now?" And then he continued to dig for his son, stone by stone. The fire chief showed up and tried to pull him off the school s ruins saying, "Fires are breaking out, explosions are happening everywhere. You’re in danger. We’ll take care of it. Go home."

It took me ten years to become the right hand to Damian Costello, the Consigliere of the Costello crime family. From a nobody to the woman wearing his engagement ring. But two weeks before the wedding, I decided to throw that ring away. Everyone in the family knew how hard I had fought all these years just to stand by Damian's side. I gave up the chance to become a top trader on Wall Street, willingly becoming Damian's assistant, his shadow. This man was infamous for his coldness and exacting nature, keeping everyone at arm's length. So I hid my sharp edges, spending a decade wearing down his icy exterior with gentleness. I cleansed the blood from every dollar he made. I became a necessity to him, as essential as the air he breathed. I thought that after ten years, I had finally made my presence indispensable. And finally earned what looked, to outsiders, like a glimmer of his affection. The family's notoriously aloof genius actually remembered my birthday. He even made an exception, letting me spend the night in his private study when I was unwell. He didn't even push me away when, emboldened by wine, I pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. If the Don's daughter, Isabella, hadn't returned from Italy, I might have kept playing my part, clinging to that false dream forever. But sadly, there are no ‘ifs’. I am going to give up everything here and leave you.