The Forgotten Donna A Second Chance Novels & Stories

“Please, don’t kill me. I…I can help you with whatever you want. Just don’t kill me.” Before the apocalypse, Donna had been like one of those girls in the headquarters, being used and passed around so she could pay off her debts. So when the opportunity came to step away from that life, even if it meant becoming a pimp, she took it. She had not started living her life yet. She did not want to die so soon. Her desperation was so thick in her voice that it made Scarlett pause. “How much do you know about Maplewood?” Donna blinked once, twice before realizing that she was talking about the headquarters in Maplewood.

But knowing and acting were two entirely different beasts, and unfortunately, mine seemed to have gone into hiding. What could someone like me possibly do? Donna appeared at the door. She was dressed in a dark green gown that fell around her body, her hair swept back from her face, her mouth pressed into a line that could have cut glass. Her eyes moved from me to Nina, then to the stained page. Nina did not even wait to be dismissed. Donna’s gaze stayed on the ruined page, and the contempt in her eyes made heat crawl up my neck. "She—She said it was a mistake," I muttered.

She tapped the pen against her chin. “What was her name again?” My stomach tightened instantly. “Athena,” Dexter answered. My entire body froze. I slowly looked at him. He remembered. Dexter still remembered my name. Here I was thinking I had become another forgotten face from his past. “That’s her!” Mrs Cherry snapped her fingers. “Athena.” She smiled. “She was your friend, right?” she asked Dexter. “No, she wasn’t.” his expression was unreadable “Just a weird girl that invited me here.”

To remember that even Cora was forgotten once, and she built a net from forgetting. And the second room was done. Small. Like the first room. No roof. No door. Just sand walls with 30 names, one clear net, one pair of brown slippers, one cup of coffee smell, and one name: "Forgotten." We all went inside, one by one, and said, "I remember you." When Forgotten went inside, she said, "I am not forgotten anymore. I am remembered. And remembered does not fly. Remembered stays." And tomorrow at 6:13 AM, Chapter 94, we will build a third room. Not a pier. A room for the boy who is too normal.

I took a bullet for Vittorio, and it left my right hand permanently damaged. After that, I stepped back and supported him from behind the scenes. For eight years, I stood beside him as he rose from a low-level underling to Don. On his first day as Don, he had my portrait hung in every church he owned, to show the world who I was and how much I mattered. When I told him we had too much blood on our hands, he began going to church every day to confess and pray for us both. Once, I offered to go with him. He only shook his head, his expression solemn. "You got blood on your hands because of me. None of it is your fault. Let me carry all the sins alone." I was so moved that I believed him

'I'm doing just fine thanks, absolutely smashing your high scores on all your games' he laughs 'What?! No fucking way Kane put the controller down and walk away man!' I link trying to seem as serious as possible. 'But seriously, how is she?' I ask with a more caring tone 'No can do Donny boy, no can do! And our little princess is living up to her name, old sleeping beauty over there, drooling all over your pillows like a dribbling puppy' he laughs back 'Not cool!' I shake my head at him before cutting the link and heading back to the Alpha house.

“My ladies are still… hic… they finally got a new piece of information”, the lady in red in front her said. “And what might that be?” “They found the treasure box, and that’s all they can reach. It’s impossible to go any further but I… hic… still ordered them to stay there until they are no longer of use.” Gianna Doxon was a mysterious woman she met while drinking at the club. She got drunk and vented something really personal and the kind lady offered her help. “Women supporting women” as she says.

Selena said while rubbing her forehead as it was aching from all the stress. "Oh, don't worry. What I am saying is, she is getting better. The days when she remembers her past, when she stops forgetting things which she doesn't like are coming closer. I think I would have understood the situation better if I had interaction with her directly. But as you want to keep her confidential, it's okay. Even though just to let you know I am coming to New York after one month. Just remember she is going through a crucial phrase at this moment. Just remember to be her side all the time, at least till the time she gets her memory back. I know you got your own life but she really needs someone's strong s

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.

“The nerve of that woman. How dare she show her face here after everything that happened.” “They say greed for wealth has no shame. Sir Silvanus’s wife, Aeliana Monroe, is a perfect example.” Aeliana heard the whispers of two employees. She turned to look at them, only to find their eyes filled with judgment and disgust. She tried to keep her composure—after all, she couldn’t remember anything. Whatever stories people told about her meant nothing to her now, because she had no idea what kind of person she once was. She looked away and continued watching the city view through the glass walls.