Novel & Cerita You Will Be Never Forgotten

Forever forward. Forever fighting. Forever refusing to surrender. That was the legacy. That was the mission. That was everything. And it would not die without the greatest battle they could give. Not now. Not ever. Never.

And still, Savara’s scream lingered in the air, haunting, eternal— “I’ll never be forgotten!” And then, silence.

My hands shook, but one thing was certain: I would NEVER forget this moment. Never. I was going to ensure, I made a meal capable of straightening that shameless harlot. ###############

“You will never be able to wipe my existence out. I will always be there, lurking in the shadows. Your mother will see to it that my work lives on forever. Her precious mate as well. My name will always be remembered.” “No. It won’t. They won’t utter your name ever again. They will move on to a peaceful life. Their kids will grow up knowing love and acceptance. They won’t remember you. They will only be special. Nothing about your will live on. You will die here. Your legacy will die here. You are nothing and will be nothing but ash on the floor for the wind to blow away.”

Hence, the next day, I ticked the final day off the calendar even before sunrise. Before I left—without ever looking back, I sent Duke one final text, before blocking his number. From now on, this pack where I didn't belong wouldn't ever see me or my personal effects again.

She walked to the piano and sat down. She smiled brightly at her father and said, "This song is dedicated to the beautiful soul. He has been with me through thick and thin and he has sacrificed a lot for me. I love you Daddy and I thank the Lord for blessing me with you. The name of the song is: 'You are my safe harbour.' Avery's fingertips danced on the keyboard, the enchanting melody was heard, and it was magical. The guests were overwhelmed with sweet emotions. It took their breath away and it stirred their souls.

A foolish stirring born of fatigue and too much imagination. I would later learn how wrong I was. For when I closed my eyes, it was not the yard I saw, nor the men, nor the blades flashing in the sun. It was the feeling — brief, uninvited, impossible to unlearn — of being noticed in a world that survived by forgetting girls like me. And though I did not yet understand what that recognition would cost us both, I know now that this was the moment my ordinary days ended.

She stood motionless uncertain what to say. “Hello mommy, we missed you.” They said in union. “Annie, I may have forgotten our shared past, you I always knew, you are mine, I am yours, now they are ours…” Aaron wrapped his arms around them all.

I drained the remaining content in my glass, feeling energetic. I already know I was wasting my breath on him since he was the distributor of stubbornness in the family and he won't give up easily once his heart is set on something, but if he listens to me, he will use this time to negotiate the price of the VIP section with the devil so that he will reserve a better spot for him in hell, because I'm sure that's where he belongs. " Boy, in this life there's no permanent enemy nor friend, what happened in the past should be forgotten. "

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.