The Forgotten Baldacci Novel Novels & Stories

Darius said with a small frown as he remembered about today morning's conversation with Anastasia. "What do you mean?" Noah asked with a frown. "Remember about the fashion show incident?" Darius asked and Noah nodded in confusion, not getting from where that came suddenly. "Then the time when she was locked in here by my previous secretary?" He asked. "Yes, Noah. I remember about them. But how are all these connected?" Noah asked in confusion. "Do you remember what happened when she regained consciousness?" Darius asked and Noah's eyes widened in realization. "She forgot about everything that happened before she lost her consciousness and when she regained it, she made up situations which ne

Harry chuckled noticing that Lazarus’s expression had not loosened by a smidgen “Those two brats might even have made a wager on whether they can flatten the area before we get there.” Lazarus’s eyes widened in disbelief, ‘His master was very steady and mature, why was this lord ………’ however he wasn’t confused for long. Even before he completed his own thoughts, he had figured it … ‘How could he forget who his master really was? How could he forget who the main characters of his father’s nightmares were? How could he expect his master to be a kitten when he was born in a den of lions?’ “You forget who his father and uncle is…” Baldwin chuckled looking at the myriads of colours flashing past

Fortunately, with the help of my friends in Italy and Greece, I finished my schooling in business course and applied as Barack's secretary who is now my fiancé. My heart was heavy upon reminiscing the past. It was squeezing me inside, preventing me from breathing smoothly. I did not know what happened afterwards, my mind was nowhere to be found. The next thing I just knew was we were already inside the van and my son was watching the colourful lights outside. I motioned my hands to my face and noticed my wet cheeks. I immediately wiped it with my fingers and heaved a heavy deep breath. Am I really ready to face my past and remember the forgotten?

"Now I have your help, I'm confident I can destroy the Grandiuno Sacred Land and turn them into your food!" The new Baldwin was a fake Baldwin. After Ancestora ate him, he stole all of Baldwin's memory, attainment, combat technique, and many more. Thus, the aura of death of Ancestora was able to disguise himself as Baldwin, move like Baldwin, and talk in Baldwin's voice and tone. After that, the two of them left the dyke and returned to Midcity. Half a day later, the scenery of the Primordial Sacred Land was still as beautiful, peaceful, and surreal as before. Baldwin returned and rang the golden bell to gather the elders based on the memories in his mind.

The Baghdad heat blurred the streets outside, a haze of dust and sweat. I gunned the engine, muttering to myself. “Valentina, you sanctimonious bitch. Always playing the victim, waving her father’s legacy like a flag. I’ll take your money, your trust fund, everything. You don’t deserve it.” My nails tapped the steering wheel. “Tullio better not screw me over, or I’ll make sure he regrets it.” Al-Kasra Detention Center loomed ahead, a concrete fortress in Baghdad’s outskirts, its walls stained with desert grit.

Something dangerous radiated off him like heat from asphalt in summer. I’d seen him around school. Ronan Vale, he didn’t go to our high school anymore. Rumors said he’d been expelled. Or dropped out. Or both. He showed up at parties sometimes. Always alone. Always watching. Never touching. Until now. He tilted his head, studying me like I was a puzzle he hadn’t expected to solve tonight. “You lost?” he asked. Voice low. Rough. Like gravel wrapped in smoke. I swallowed. My tongue felt thick. “I… yeah. Sorry. I’ll—”

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He just syphons out the information that is of relevance to tell me and Jake, so we wait with bated breath for him to talk again. Nikita huffs and leaves again, going back to the kitchen in a strop. I haven’t got time to deal with her over emotional need for attention right now so I ignore her and carry on looking over through the big book in my lap, desperate to find anything that can help. I stretch my arms high into the air above me and arch my back inwards, trying to relieve some of the aching pain form reading for so long. In the corner of the room, just in the shadows where the light doesn’t quite reach I notice a small tattered book. I place the book I had been reading onto the floor

Everything clicked into place like a door slamming shut. The bachelorette party. The drinks Rachel kept pushing at her. The blackouts. Waking up in Darian’s bed with no memory. The way Rachel had played the perfect friend after, crying with her, hugging her, telling her Marcus was an asshole for leaving. It wasn’t bad luck. It was Rachel. All of it. Bella’s voice came out low, shaking. “You did it.” Rachel laughed—soft, happy, like she’d won a prize. She sat up slow, not bothering to hide her body. “Took you long enough to figure it out.”

"Ethan Cole. CEO. Zara looked at his outstretched hand. The exact same hand that had once slipped a three-carat platinum diamond onto her finger. The hand Chloe now held every single night. With absolute, terrifying calm, Zara reached out and placed her hand in his. The second their skin made contact, a literal shock of electricity snapped between them. Ethan gasped out loud. His knees buckled. A brutal, blinding flash of a memory tore through the chemical suppressants in his brain. He saw a bookstore. He saw three heavy books falling to the floor. He saw a girl with dark hair looking up at him, arguing about Russian literature. Ethan staggered backward, dropping her hand as if her skin had