The Book Of Laughter And Forgetting Novels & Stories

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.

Lyra~ I held the photo tighter. Tighter than I meant to. My fingers were actually trembling, and not from the sex. Not from the ache in my thighs or the cum still dripping down my leg or the fucking bruises on my hips. This was different. This was rage. This was realization. This was the sick, stupid silence that came with remembering something you should’ve remembered but were too busy getting ruined to think about. I let out a laugh. Dry. Sharp. “Wow,” I muttered, still staring at the photo. “I actually forgot you had a wife.”

"Hello?" ​The same mysterious female voice spoke from the other end. "Watch the video." ​Javier stiffened as he overheard. "What video?" ​"The one inside the package," the woman replied. ​Nina's grip tightened around the phone. "Who are you?" ​The woman ignored the question. "If you want to know why your husband forgot your anniversary... start by learning what happened six years ago." ​The call disconnected. ​Without wasting another second, Nina hurried to her laptop and inserted the flash drive. Only one untitled file appeared on the screen. Javier clicked play.

“Graham, will you be my child in our next life? “Give me a chance to make things right.” Furrowing my brows in dread, I hastened my pace into the light. No one could stop me from becoming a happy and mindless single-celled microorganism.

he said “You should rest, I’ll get going.” “Okay fine, go away.” I tried to laugh “But when the time you leave me, Forget me, forget that you have me, forget that you have a sister who always cares for you. I will not bother you anymore.” I chuckled “You’re free.”

Hello my goodreaders wherever you are, sorry for not uploading for a few days and just uploading today with some chapters that I hope will fill your new year's eve later, I just hope you can enjoy your special day with your precious people and my stories as hope you are healthy always. So Enjoy my story and thank you always for continuing to follow my story, warm hug from me to you guys 🌹🖤 -The stronger you try to forget, the stronger you will remember it in memory. Because forgetting is not as easy as knowing... so stay in here-

I don't want to be like this anymore, I don't want to chase him anymore, I'll let him remember alone, did he really can remember me? Did he really want to remember me? Well, it's not my problem anymore I've had enough with him. Even, if it's breaking my heart I sigh I tried my very best for him to remember me but I failed. How can I help him to remember me when he always spend time with Loreane and now he suddenly act like that. It's hurting me whenever Loreane is around him and I felt jealous because she can make him smile, she can see the smile that I can no longer see, she can hold his hands and she can spend time with him. While me, I'm here waiting for him to remember me and him don't c

He smiles and relief rolls off him just to see me joke and smile, even if it's just a meager smile. "Alright so," I start, taking my backpack off my shoulder and rummaging through it, and taking out a thick book. Putting my pack down on the floor, turning to Levi in a cross-legged position, and placing the book between us. Turning to the right page and stating again. "I did some research on stutters, not because I don't accept you but I just wanna help and-" Levi stops me, "T-thank you, I appreciate it." I smile and continue, " There are some bizarre ways of curing stutters." I say showing his the pictures of people with their tongues cut, pebbles in their mouths and all the other odd "cures

I give it up and drink some water, the book falls on his lap, and I give in knowing there's not much to hide either way. He hands me back the book and waves his hand, asking me to open the lock. He stares at my hands and I raise a brow; yea right, like I am gonna let you see my key!. It's a spell, he'll be able to imitate it after a while. He scoffs and turns his head, the purple mist flows from my fingers and around the book, making a beautiful gorgeous pattern. I give him back the book, he simply stares at it wide-eyed and shocked, he turns to me and gives me a questioning look

Anna narrates. "Yup, pretty weird because I would have noticed if there was a strange guy with a stick lurking around our willow tree. Well, you always have a knack for strange things.” “Remember when you slipped from the willow tree when we were seven? I thought you'll hurt your head but you hit the ground without a scratch. Your locket suddenly glowed nonstop." Jo reminisces.