Sinopsis Forgotten Novels & Stories

"Once upon a time, there was a woman with a brave heart, but she forgot who she was. And there was a man who thought he was strong, but he forgot his wife as well because he was made to feel that way” Eden snuggled closer, her thumb brushing her cheek. Damon continued: "They met once, and it was fire and thunder. But fate played a cruel trick, and along the way, the woman forgot the man just as the man did at the beginning... and the man nearly gave up trying to find her. But you know what, Eden?" "What, Daddy?" He kissed the top of her head. "Even when she forgot him, her heart remembered”. "And did he find her again?" Eden asked, as she did every time, though she already knew.

She could feel it inside her, a tremor in her bones, a pull at her very soul. Lucien’s eyes, usually so unreadable, were narrowed now, his gaze sharp, focused. He didn’t speak right away, his expression darkening, as though the weight of his knowledge was a burden he hadn’t wanted to share. But he knew, Mae had to understand. “The Unseen,” he said, his voice low, the words weighted with centuries of truth. “Or, as they were once called, the Forgotten.” Mae’s heart skipped a beat, the name ringing through her like a bell, resonating in the pit of her stomach. “Forgotten? What do you mean?” She stepped closer to him, her breath catching in her throat. “What are they?”

His knuckles were white where he gripped the pillows in his fists, and I could feel the shudder over the shoulders. His voice dropped, a whisper. "There's something wrong with me, Calla. Something more than I've told you. Something more than I've ever let myself think. The doctors said the forgetfulness was traumatic, that maybe one day it would come back. But it's seven years ago it happened, and there is nothing. There's nothing but blackness. Nothing but dreams." He looked up at me then, and despair in his eyes robbed me of breath. "I need to get back those memories. I need to know what did happen… with you. With us. I need to know how we created something as wonderful if I didn't even kn

But tonight, Roby was warming it again—this time with Larisa, his first love. He seemed to forget that in the ICU, Natasya was still fighting to come back to life. Roby had completely forgotten. “Please, Roby… I’m yours forever. Only yours,” Larisa whispered, her voice soft yet intense. Roby and Larisa spent the night lost in a storm of passion, surrendering completely to the desire that had been restrained for so long.

the treasure. As they sat on the grass, eating their chocolate coins and laughing, Lena felt the last of the fear melt away. She realised it wasn’t about forgetting the past, but about letting it fade into the background. The scars were a part of their story, but they weren't the whole story. The real story was being written right now, in the sunlight, in the laughter, and in the quiet, steady beat of their hearts. Dominic met her gaze, his eyes reflecting the blue of the sky and the joy of the moment. He reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers, a silent promise hanging in the air between them. They were safe. They were home. And they were finally, truly happy.

“You and me, until the end of time.” “You and me…” I repeated. “...for always.” THE END. #AdessaAndKaelSigningOff ----- AUTHOR'S NOTE: THE BOOK THE FORGOTTEN LUNA AND THE ROYAL LUNA officially closes today. I know some of you are requesting for sneak peeks into the future about kids, and that will eventually happen. We will find out about that as the series progresses, and I know one day I will be adding another epilogue with them in it.

,I walk towards my room, shutting the door behind me,as tears stream my face. I sob to my heart's content,my thoughts bitter and heart pained. He's probably moved on,happy. I hug my knees to my chest,crying like I have never cried before. What should I do to forget him?

Just because she'd left the place he'd first found her in, that didn't mean she'd left him. Elizabeth shook her head and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you, Phillip," Elizabeth promised him fiercely. She stood on tiptoe on his feet, pressing her face close against his, like she'd done so many often in their time spent together. "I am waiting for you, I promise." Phillip pulled her closer to him, almost lifting her off his feet, and she felt his familiar warmth. "I know," he whispered into her ear. "I know you've never stopped loving me. But I think you will still forget me, and when you see me again, you won't know who I am."