Romans & histoires She Never Forgives She Never Forgets Book

'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.

I just hate all the hurt that she put me through, and I blame myself for letting her, yet my love for her never dies, and I guess this is what true love is. Even though I try to remember how she looked, her face, the dresses she wore, and her voice, I can only recall small bits and pieces. It seems I'm forgetting her, but I still remember all our happy moments despite all that has happened to us. I still remember everything about her, her smile, her endless laughs, her pretty face, her blushing, her relaxing expression after seeing me, her hugging me, her voice in the morning, her holding my hands and not letting me go, her friendship, her love, it's still hard for me to let go because she g

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.

Anastasia said while looking at Selena in confusion. It has happened before. Anastasia's brain works weirdly. It makes her forget the moments which she doesn't want to remember. Like if she is eating five fruits together and doesn't like one fruit, after one nap or something, she forgets eating that fruit but remembers about eating the other four. That's how it works for her. Her brain makes her remember the situation which she imagined.

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.....

In front of her… A stranger held the first piece of a truth she had spent three years trying to forget. And for the first time… She wondered if her nightmare had never really ended.

She whispered against his collarbone: “They don’t own the fire anymore.” Cassian’s voice was low. “No. You do.” She looked out at the crowd. At the ash in the water. At the boy who watched from behind Nova’s leg, his drawing clutched in his hand. Then she said, to everyone: “You will forget names. You will forget policies. But you will not forget this.” “And when they come again because they will you will remember: I burned, and I walked out.”

“Atticus, please, forgive me, please… please… please…” She shook her head, looking at him with lifeless eyes. “Even if you kneel, beg, or cry blood, I will never forgive you, Phoenix. Never.” With a loud slam, she closed the door, then sank onto the floor of her house, her back against the bed. Outside, she could hear Phoenix’s faint sobs. Her heart ached, wanting to go to him, to hug him. But no! She needed to harden her heart. She had to forget that once in her life, there was a man named Phoenix Everette whom she loved with all her heart. She had to erase him from her mind… and from her heart.