The Book Forgotten Novels & Stories

The Forgotten Mate 4. The Baby. Months had passed since that fateful night, and yet the memory of the mysterious man lingered within the depths of my mind, a bittersweet reminder of the fleeting happiness he had brought me. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the pain of my existence persisted, unyielding in its relentless grip.

Forever. Can you love someone who forgets you every night? Is that love? Or is it madness? Tell me if you could do it! Love someone who forgets you daily! Chapter 84 is FIRST DAY FORGOTTEN! END OF CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE

Draynon nodded and opened the book. He leafed through the book until he found the chapter that he was looking for. “Here we go. Now this was roughly 120 years ago, or four generations. It’s not so much a history book, but written similar to a novel to make the facts easier for the reader to remember, rather than just bombarding them with endless seeming names and numbers.” He coughed once to clear his throat and began reading from the book.

I chuckled He encircled his arms around my waist and faced me in front of him. “What made you think that I will I let you build our house?” He whispered, “I will be the one who provides you things you need, as well as our future children.” Children huh? “Children? You already planned my future, huh?” “Of course,” he chuckled huskily “If ever we have a child, I will hide them from you! Such are the ones I read in the book. I think it was so cool.” I just laughed at what I thought That’s what always happened in the book, the main character will hide their child, then they will meet after a few years. But when Beauden and I don't meet, I don't need him anymore! char

His teeth clenched shut. I start seeing black dots until eventually, darkness consumes my vision. I'm so close? I know him, I know who he is but I can't seem to say his name. I can feel it, see his name in bold letters, hear his name roll off my tongue but I can't say it. It's lost in my mind, swimming around, a needle in a haystack. His name, I just seem to forget.

So I began to pack my bags, but Sienna texted me halfway, attached with a photo of the car trunk full of champagne roses. [Look, Fiona. Duke still remembers champagne roses—these are my favorite.] [Thank you for grooming such a perfect partner. He's so much more romantic than before.] I didn't reply, and quietly ticked another day off the calendar. - That night, Duke broke his promise again—in fact, he didn't come home over the next few days either. As I solemnly cleared signs that I lived in my house and ticked the days off the calendar, I finally understood—when you were disappointed enough, you wouldn't even want to leave anything for the other person to remember you by.

, I explained, digging my hands into my head and hissing out of frustration Just then, something clicked in my head and immediately, I froze in my tracks. “Was I having a messed memory now? Or was I beginning to forget things?” I silently asked myself as I drifted off in thoughts. The book had gone missing in the library…not here in the room. How could I have forgotten something as sensitive as that? “The book was not here…it was in the library”, I said under my breath as I scampered off to the library, hoping that it was opened for me to do my search.

Recently, we've been researching portals and the forgotten realms, but every time we get close to answers, something blocks us. For example—today. We went to the ancient library that once belonged to the seers. Micha and I searched for anything related to realms. After hours of digging, we finally found a book titled: "THE FORGOTTEN REALMS." "Finally, something useful," Micha muttered. "I hope so," I replied. "The title sounds promising." If only we knew. I opened the first page—blank. Second page—blank. Third, fourth… nothing. Page after page, just empty white paper.

Roby walked slowly beside Natasya, while Erik ran ahead toward the playground. “Do you remember that wooden bench, Nat?” Roby asked, pointing at a bench beneath the tree. “We used to spend hours there just talking about what to name Erik before he was born.” Natasya only glanced at the bench briefly. “The past is still the past, Roby. The tree has grown bigger, but the bench has been replaced. The old one decayed.” If Roby wanted to hold on to memories, Natasya was the complete opposite. She simply didn’t care.

to me. Not once. Not even when we were children, when our parents were still alive. Theron put the communicator away and walked back to my ashes. He crouched down, his hand hovering over them. I held my breath. Please, recognize me. When we were kids, we found an ancient text in the clan library. It spoke of a secret unique to our bloodline. Even in ash, an imprint of the soul remains. A powerful enough mind, one deeply connected to the blood, could read it.