The Forgotten Love Novel Novels & Stories

Aria exploits the distraction to crawl into Leander's lap without anyone noticing the transition, her muddy hands leaving two perfect prints on his clean shirt. I rise and walk back to the kitchen to start the evening meal. Through the open window above the sink, the sound of their negotiation carries over the grass, Leander's voice steady, unhurried, and deeply rooted in the soil. He is a man who knows exactly where his perimeter ends. I press my hands against the wooden counter, feeling the grain warm from the sun. Our love was lost once. It was dropped in a rain-slicked alley, buried under three years of medical charts, and forgotten in a glass office where the person who held my life loo

Cause the truth was that, if he ever remembered everything, he wont only be remembering that I have a son that I am hiding from him, he would also remember that we once had the most beautiful love story known to man. He would remember how we danced by the fire, made love in the bathroom, how we kissed under the sunset, cooked while it rained, watched other people's love story dead into the night. The truth was that he was going to remember every single thing and to me, that did not seem like the worse thing to happen.

“I don’t know. But I want to try.” I nodded, swallowing down the knot in my throat. “I need you to understand something. I loved you before I knew everything. Before the blood, before the betrayal, before Benita.” My voice cracked on her name. “And I still love you now. But love doesn’t mean I forget.” His fingers tightened around mine. “I don’t want you to forget,” he said. “I want you to remember. I want us both to remember. Because that’s how we get better. That’s how we stay honest.”

The Forgotten Heir (Callum POV) The wind whipped through the courtyard as Callum stood at the edge of the estate’s hidden garden, a place he once frequented but now barely recognized. Everything was at odds with the truth he'd been fed for months—the truth that Iris was a stranger, that his life had been a carefully curated lie. But the small lavender flower she left, the tremble in her voice, and now, the truth about Noah... it shattered the final walls of doubt around his heart.

Memories of her family's demands, societal expectations, and fear crept in. "Was loyalty worth losing love?" she pondered. Longing and sorrow entwined. Her chest tightened. Fingers instinctively reached for the hidden leather-bound journal. Yellowed pages revealed her truth. "I loved him," she whispered to the night. Tears fell, mingling with forgotten dreams. In the stillness, Adeline confronted her shattered past, lost love, and haunting choices. Six years ago, Adeline stepped into her opulent mansion, drenched in rain, her elegant frame shrouded in misery. Red, puffy eyes betrayed her shattered soul. The hospital's chilling confrontation still resonated.

She hadn’t brought up how she disappeared. She hadn’t defended herself. She hadn’t even asked if I still loved her. Would I have been able to do that? Walk away from someone I loved to protect them… knowing they would hate me for it? The thought made my chest ache. Suddenly Lena’s voice exploded through the room. “Have you both fucking forgotten how Lizzy was?” The room went still. My body stiffened automatically. How could I forget?

my head spins, my memories are fractured, skipping through my fingers like ice water, i know the boy was him. I just can't remember everything, only the pain, and the promise. The anesthesia drags me under again. Fenir whispers one word in the dark of my mind. Mate. And I black out.

Desperate may it seem but I don't care anymore. He pinned his fascinating blue eyes on mine with full loving sincerity. He gently caressed my cheek before releasing his heart melting smile. "Can you do me a favor?" he started, I nodded in response. "Remember Me, Aly. Please don't forget me ever again," he continued. I wrapped my arms on his torso, lightly tapping it. "I already remembered you, My Blake and I will never forget you ever again," I replied and chuckled when he coughed. He might feel a butterfly on his stomach. Really cute.

Those 85 years of joys, sorrows, trust, love couldn't withstand fate? Our love that was there for 85 years was broken at one glance? One moment? One look at his fated mate? How could he forget about me? How? How could you forget about me who cried for you every night, Daniel? How could you forget about me who fought for you every day, Daniel? How could you forget about me who forgot about herself for you? No! My Daniel would never. Could never forget about me! Never in a million years! Never! It was all her fault. All that witch's fault. All that Elina's fault.

The world around me had lost its vibrancy, and the once-familiar paths felt shrouded in shadows. As I moved through the days, a deep sense of emptiness settled within me. The echoes of her laughter, the warmth of her touch, and the light in her eyes all seemed like distant memories that I had foolishly let slip away. The realization of what I had sacrificed was a constant ache in my chest, a reminder of the love that had been squandered.