Novel & Cerita The Forgotten Room Book

She had made her choice, and she would not dwell on things that could not be changed. On a quiet afternoon, Lyra found herself in the heart of an ancient library—a place she had visited many times before in her quests for forgotten memories. The library was vast, its shelves filled with scrolls and tomes that stretched back through the ages, documenting the lives, histories, and memories of countless souls. Dust hung in the air, illuminated by shafts of light that filtered through the tall windows. It was a place of peace, a sanctuary for those seeking knowledge.

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

Chapter Seven Aleta Wandering through rooms that should be mine feels like walking through someone else’s dream. Elio’s mansion stretches in every direction, filled with treasures I don’t remember collecting and furniture I supposedly helped choose. My bare feet make no sound on the marble as I explore hallways lined with paintings that mean nothing to me. “Mrs. Castellano,” a woman with silver hair greets me from the kitchen doorway. “Would you like some tea? You always preferred chamomile in the afternoons.”

It looked almost spotless here. Drowned in suspicion and curiosity, I made my way towards one of the rooms. I swung it open and found nothing but cobwebs and a bed that looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. It was the same for the rest of the rooms. Until the last one. I swung the door and warm air rushed into my lungs. The room was arranged and stacked with clothing and other humane furniture. The room smelled a bit different like something was missing. On the windowpane was a flower in a vase that looked familiar. I walked into the room and went directly to the flower, recognizing its lavender petals.

I suddenly became painfully aware of where I was. I was alone with Dexter inside his bedroom should Cassie or anyone see me here it would be a huge problem for me. “I asked you a question, didn’t I?”He stepped closer. I instinctively took another step back. “I… I was trying to return to Madison’s room after using the bathroom, but I forgot where the maid brought me initially.” “You really are a slow one.”He folded his arms“Does my bedroom door look anything like Madison’s room?” He looked around deliberately before looking back at me.

The guilt comes back, and I end up feeling like crap. Yumi and I moved all my clothes, books, shoes, bags, every single thing I considered mine— even though Adrian bought more than half— into the room furthest from the main bedroom. She called Tatiana to help with cleaning and setting up the bed for me while we arranged my stuff. The ring on my finger felt heavier with each thing I did. It was a symbol of love, and I refused to take it off. It took us several hours, but by the time Adrian returned home, I’d had dinner and I was in my new room. I locked the door and lay on the floor in my pajamas.

"We aren't staying for this war." She squeezed her frame into the narrow, soot-stained chute, forcing her mind to go entirely numb to the claustrophobia. The descent was a brutal, slow slide through the dark, her boots scraping against the brickwork to slow her momentum. The rough stone tore at her jacket sleeves, but she kept her hands locked protectively around her midsection. The chute deposited her into the dark, abandoned boiler room beneath the master wing. The air down here was thick with rust and damp earth. Above her, the ceiling rattled as heavy footsteps scrambled through the corridors—the estate’s internal guard mobilizing toward the front gates.

Dark magic indeed, but I had come too far now to falter. With an apologetic whisper to any watching ancestors, I poured the substance across the safe's surface, completing the blasphemous ritual step-by-step just as Fox commanded. The engraved dragons appeared to twist and grimace in the flickering shadows. An agonizing minute crawled past. Then the sealed door swung open silently on oiled hinges. Shock rooted me in place briefly before I darted inside, scanning the shelves frantically. There, dusty and unremarkable - the Book of the Forgotten. Lore banned for the prophecies of chaos it contained. Exactly as promised.

I was jealous that even with only hours left to live, she was still the most precious jewel in our parents' eyes. I floated towards Vivian. I wanted to tear that fake mask off her face. I wanted to tell everyone the truth. But my hand passed right through her body. Like moving through a cold mist. I hung in the air, staring at my transparent fingers. I looked back at the closed cellar door. A sliver of dead darkness showed underneath. I floated over, through the wood. I saw my own body, curled up on the cold stone floor. I was already dead. My own clock ran out before Vivian's even hit zero.

"My parents died on the spot. I was the only one left. You were the one who kept encouraging me. Every day, you'd wheel me all over the hospital, saying you'd be my best friend forever. "Then my aunt came and took me abroad once everything was settled. Before I left, I gave you my contact info. I waited for you to reach out. But years passed, and you never did. I get it now. You forgot about me, you heartless little girl." He poked my cheek accusingly. I just stared at him, blankly. "What contact info? I never got anything like that." I paused, thinking maybe I'd just forgotten where I put it.