She Never Forgives She Never Forgets Book Novels & Stories

The person who would mean the world to her would end up tearing her heart out of her chest and forgiving wasn't something she knew. She never forgives because she could never forget and despite all this, the irony; she didn't want to let him go. She wants him back. She couldn't see him die but this time she wouldn't be able to give her everything. Maybe she'll keep her heart caged between huge walls so he'll betray her again. It wouldn't hurt to the extent that being perished would feel better. The chaos in her head vanished when she gently touched his cheek wiping his tears away.

She now believes the saying that whoever does things to someone forgets, but the person to whom the things were done never forgets, whether they were good or bad. For years, they had been throwing her into the wolf's den just to enjoy as she was always ripped apart. Her cries and pleas for forgiveness never mattered. She had stayed with them for so long that she could trace their scents with her nose covered. Clearing her throat, she reminded them, in a flat, empty voice void of any emotion, "I think all of you are forgetting something." She chuckled bitterly and then continued, "Among everyone in this pack, I am the only one who has spent many years with these wolves, down in that den." She

She would never let anyone hold her back. She would move on and forget their existence, forgive their deeds. Because anyway she can't do anything to that. She can't change the past anymore. All she can do is to move. She never tried to know their name or face so that she won't carry around hatred in her heart. But... After seeing that man smile at her. Having not an ounce of guilt in his eyes, living so happily even after what he did to someone's life, she couldn't understand how to forget that.

'We must check our Luna, she is not safe here even if the Alpha believe she is' Knox states, he was always the straight thinker The sight of a sleeping Rory helps ease my mind and calm my nerves, even Kane's roaring snores from on the sofa brings me some comfort. This seems like the perfect time to sit out on the balcony and flick through the book Elder Micha gave me. It was a hand written book filled with scraps and notes, most of it was in such poor handwriting that I struggled deciphering many of the words but from what I could make out, this book or more journal, had belonged to our late Luna's ancestors.

And still, I lost her. That night she disappeared—I still see it when I close my eyes. The chaos, the fear, the emptiness of a bed that grew cold by morning. No letter. No goodbye. Just absence. And now she was here again, saying she wouldn’t leave. But my hands had been burned once. I didn’t know if I had the strength to trust fire again. “You’re quiet,” she said. I looked down at her. “I’m afraid.” She blinked. “Of me?”

Now that we met, I had a reason to just let myself rest. My vision gradually dimmed until I lost consciousness. I will consider it a happy memory if I die. . . . . . . . Beau’s POV I let her be alone because she said he would call his parents. When I saw her kneeling just for her brother to come home, I understood the things she was going through when she told the story earlier. I know that she has a high pride, but seeing her swallowing her pride for her brother makes me admired her more. Yes, I’ve known her ever since their first year of college, she was with her friend then while they were dancing in their PE subject.

She whispers, her eyebrows furrowing. I gulp before inhaling her sweet strawberry scent. My heart skips a beat as her words slowly sink in. She wants to forget me? “ And how are you going to forget me? ” I ponder, truly interested to know the answer. Her eyes search mine intensely. She wants me to show emotions, get angry…Probably she wants me to lash out on her because that is supposed to be my usual reaction, but I forgave her for everything. I forgave her for killing me, my child, herself and causing the death of all my people in the last life.

never to be forgotten I never thought I could hate anyone so badly until I met her.....everything she represents ...... Nothing else mattered but ruining her slowly,until she was nothing more than ash blown away in my palms......just like they had done to me and she was going to repay back the debts , not even a cent less.... I still almost pitied her though Almost..... Because she still had no clue of why she was suffering ,and I haven't even started with her..... When I said I came back just for her I totally meant it.....

To cure her indecisiveness, my wife Vivian started drawing lots to decide whether she would spend time with me or with Julian, her childhood sweetheart. The short slip had my name. The long slip had his. Every wedding anniversary, every holiday, every birthday that should have belonged to us, she somehow "happened" to draw the long slip. "Can't help it. You're just unlucky. I have to go with Julian." I cried. I argued. I even stood on a rooftop begging her to stay, and all she did was call me crazy. Eventually, she stopped answering my calls and stopped coming home at all. Only after Julian landed an engagement with an old-money heiress and blocked Vivian the night before the engagemen

She was extremely shocked and speechless for a moment as she watched me. “I… I…” “I know it’s hard and it’ll take time for your heart to heal but please, start with forgiveness. You can forgive but never forget. I want to assure you that you’ll never be rejected again, not by me or any guy in this world.” I whispered softly and she turned around, trying to break free but I held onto her tightly.