You Will Be Never Forgotten Novels & Stories

It's been five years since I fell ill with depression, and I'm finally myself again. I can talk, laugh freely, and I actually have an appetite. The icing on the cake is that my husband, Ian Beaumont, and I are expecting our second child. At our New Year's Eve family gathering, Ian's godsister, Gemma Waverly, gets tipsy and starts making a scene. "I think it was about five years ago. I was dumped, and I took the car out for a little joyride while the surveillance cameras were under maintenance. "Guess what? The moment I stepped on the gas, a cat abruptly flew out of nowhere and slammed right into my hood. It yowled and bolted off." A faint, disdainful smile plays on her lips. "That damn

As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity - remember me. Remember me in your heart, your thoughts, your memories of the times we loved, the times we cried, the times we fought, the times we laughed. For if you always think of me, I will never be gone. Margaret Mead “Let us never forget those who gave all to Skatom Mochain,” I said and lowered my glass to drink. I can say one thing for sure, this stuff wasn’t for the weak, it burned a bit going down.

"Thank you for the support, baby. Flowers for you, freshly picked from the garden. You are highly appreciated, my queen and just wanted you to know that you are the real trophy to me." That was his words, as far as I could clearly remember it. And it was cringe!

Hello my goodreaders wherever you are, sorry for not uploading for a few days and just uploading today with some chapters that I hope will fill your new year's eve later, I just hope you can enjoy your special day with your precious people and my stories as hope you are healthy always. So Enjoy my story and thank you always for continuing to follow my story, warm hug from me to you guys 🌹🖤 -The stronger you try to forget, the stronger you will remember it in memory. Because forgetting is not as easy as knowing... so stay in here-

As he ran, he continued to sing… tears streaming down his face but not seeming to drag him back even at the slightest: "We'll never forget our fallen friends, Their memories will never end, They fought with all their might and soul, And gave their lives to keep us whole. Through the blood, sweat, and tears, We stood together without any fears, Our brotherhood, unbreakable and true, Their spirits guide us through. We'll carry on their legacy, And fight for peace and harmony, Until the end of our days, We'll honor their courage and ways. So let us run with all our might,

Never missed a gasp from her "Miss Anna Watson ..I know we have known each other for only months, I know you needed time , I know that it has become a hard life for you trusting people .. but the wait was too long ....i can't hold it anymore ..i want you to know that i will never break this promise of keeping you happy , i'll never break your trust ....i like you a lot .i do know.this sentence must have been heard by you .....coming out of many men ...but i won't ever break it . Its my promise to you ..i'll break into your heart ....i'll help you through those past memories ....

"And they must know that." His face had flushed, but he had not ceased. I could sense his heart racing within his breast. Weak, yes. But never devoid of strength. Never. "I don’t want people to forget me," he murmured. I froze, my hand against his chest. The words were soft, but they were significant. They were familiar. He had spoken them, before, at other moments, when he was afraid. I lifted his chin with two fingers so that he would look at me. “The world can forget everything else. The wars. The Council. Even my name,” I whispered but firmly. “But never you. Never us.”

"No worries, here's your key. But never forget to drop your ID next time, alright?" "Thank you so much." "Ahm, I forgot something."

"I haven't been eating properly. It'll correct itself." "In that man's house." "Mum." "I'm not starting anything." Neva came to stand beside her at the glass. For a moment neither of them spoke. The city moved below them, indifferent and constant. "I just need to say one thing and then I won't say it again." Corinna closed her eyes briefly. "Say it."

"The child… didn't make it because of an accident. You're still weak, so don't think too much." His excuse was too flimsy, and his emotions were too composed. Anyone could tell he was hiding something. But when I pressed him further, he refused to say another word. What really happened? Why was Quinton hiding the truth from me? Ever since the fall from the cliff, my memories had always been in fragments and hazy. But I never thought much of it—after all, what I forgot must not have been important. But this time, it felt like a nail was lodged in my heart. It was urging me to recall my memories.