Unforgotten Night The Series Novels & Stories

"I told you you'd regret this. He will not go to prison because of a whore like you. You will not let him get killed in that prison." I choked and choked, trying to get him away from me. It started to hurt to breathe and my eyes started rolling to the back of my head. "Get the fuck off her you asshole!" Someone yelled, jumping onto the strangers back. I passed out before I could hear or see anything else. Alessandro I woke up feeling happy for once. I was going to see Athena and apologize, tell her how much I love her, and do anything to get her back in my arms.

"Jason darling, don't act like you forgot who I am just because you got rich. I remember that red mole on your ass clear as day." Sarah's brain seemed to short-circuit. Time stopped. Then she turned slowly and backhanded Yvonne so hard she hit the floor. Yvonne lay there, blood streaming from her nose. She looked up and saw Sarah coming toward her. She scrambled to her feet and ran. Everyone in the room turned back to me. I stood as straight as I could, but I couldn't stop shaking. "I have nothing to do with her. You can investigate. You can—"

Using the Super Ability Mejora Visual, the Oculus captured a blurry image of the massive gate as well as objects exiting the crimson gate. "We've been expecting their return, but not this early." - Diana "Who are they?" Onimura asked. "They are The Forgotten Race. The enemy of our ancestors, defeated, and was banished out of the Starlian System." Canan answered. "Their information are well guarded in the military archive and only the Starknights know of their existence. For them to form an alliance with the Nightmare Race, it seems that something big is happening." He added. There are fourteen officers inside the tent including Diana, Canan, and Onimura. They can all hear the explosions happ

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.

neglect. I swallowed hard, staring at her in disbelief. Valerie had become unbearably disrespectful. She seemed to completely forget her place within the pack hierarchy. As my Luna, she held a position of respect and honor, but ultimately, she was beneath me. I had granted her autonomy, a freedom she was now clearly abusing and using against me.

Nathalia’s POV As I wander through the Nightshade Warriors Pack, a rush of memories engulfs my thoughts, transporting me back to the moment I initially set foot in this place. The intense surge of anxiety I experienced as I emerged from the vehicle, uncertain of what awaited me, remains etched in my mind.

My fingertips hover above her cheek as I remember summer nights when touching her wasn’t complicated by years of bitterness. Five years ago, her brother stole everything from me—my business, my reputation, nearly my life. Tonight, fate delivered his most precious possession directly into my hands. Complete amnesia. The words echo through my mind and settle like foundation stones beneath a plan that forms with each passing second. “If you don’t remember who you are,” I whisper to her sleeping form, “then I’ll tell you exactly who you need to be.” A wedding ring sits heavy in my pocket—a prop from an undercover operation last year that I had Mateo fetch. Perfect for convincing a woman with no

For exactly one thousand and ninety-five days, she had worn that ring, and for those exact same days, she had been a ghost in her own home. The heavy oak front doors swung open, admitting a rush of chilly night air and the unmistakable, suffocating scent of rain, cedar, and raw, untamed power. Alpha Julian Vance had returned. Evelyn stood up immediately, smoothing down the front of her simple, faded cotton dress. She didn't wear the designer silks or the high-end brands expected of a Luna. The pack wouldn’t authorize the funds for a human placeholder and frankly.

Harrison chimed in, his brunette locks disheveled, sweat still glistening on his brow. “They slipped away there, like always. But they’ll be back, Alpha. Maybe a week, maybe less. They always come back.” I clenched my jaw, the familiar burn of frustration rising in my chest. These creatures—whatever they were—were ghosts, taunting us, always one step ahead. Rachel’s death flashed in my mind, her lifeless eyes haunting me, and I shoved the image down. “You two take the night off,” I said, my voice low, final. “I’ll patrol myself.”