You Will Be Never Forgotten Novels & Stories

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.

The second bullet also meant for him grazed Annie on the shoulder as she instinctively shielded her husband. As they both fight for their lives, guards surrounding them…the words swirling around in her memory…” Everyday is a new chance to rebuild what you want. Don’t be afraid to write your own heartbeat. Remember, happiness or sorrow is timeless, don’t be afraid. Always remember, someone’s effort is a true reflection of their interest in you.” “Annie…” “Don’t be afraid to face these important words in your life…love; honesty; truth; respect, we are going to make this the cornerstone stories of our life.

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.

“Memories of a loved ones remain in our heart even if they were no longer with us. They will never be forgotten by our hearts although our minds can forget. The good things they had done will stay forever and will never leave someone's heart.” Dizen instead of crying, he decided to laugh. “You know what Celo, when you die I will not forget you especially the things you taught me.” “Same here. I mean will we forget each other when you and I are on each other's side as we both witnessed this cruel world together.” Celo, his friend, remained serious about things he was saying. “I'll never forget the day that I met you. Hey do you still remember how we met?” Dizen formed a new topic to talk abou

How could have I forgotten who she was? “Even if I am going to be on the verge of life and death, I will always find you.” How could have I forgotten everything about the woman I have loved all these times? “42nd Street Blue Mockingbird Drive, North Carolina.” “I will never forget you, not even in the next lifetime.”

But, I didn't hear it clearly. "What should I do? Should I... Forget you too?" "Joy, I will never forget our laughs, our jokes, our smiles, our conversation, our memories, our tears, even our friendships we shared with each other." What is this? Who's voice is that? Whose memory is this? ---

"I don't care if you don't remember me. I will make you remember. I will build you a new memory. Just stay alive until I find you." ---

Sean had ended the call for quite a while now, but he did not want her to be skeptical about him, so he waited for her to calm down before walking back in from the balcony. He knew that the pill would first mess up the brain region responsible for memory, so his memories would begin to fade. Then, he would lose his senses. The last thing that he wanted, while he still remembered everything, was to take a good look at her, and give her one last hug before it was too late. Honestly, he would never get tired of looking at her face. Perhaps that was the power of love. He stared at her face in silent wonder. How he wished time could stop, here and now, so he would never lose the privilege of her

He spoke, "Don't forget. In my gun, there'll always be a bullet that has your name written on it." "Trust me, that's the last thing I'd forget."