unforgotten books

Papaano kung ang nakaraan na pilit mong binabaon sa limot ay magbabalik makalipas ang limang taon.? Kahit isinumpa na ni arriane ang taong sumira ng pagkatao niya at nag iwan ng lamat upang kahit anong bagay pa man ang naabot niya at kahit isa na siyang successful woman at her age.Papaano niya makukuha ang respeto at pagmamahal ng taong tanging hinangad lamang niyang makasama habambuhay kung Mas kilala siya nito bilang isang mistress at madaling babae. papaani kung tanging pangmamaliit ang matatanggap niya mula rito?. Ang naging pagkakamali ba niya ang siyang sisira sa pagkatao niya dahil lamang sa kapusukan niya sa kanyang nakaraan.?Tunghayan ang kwento ng pag ibig nina Arriane at Nathaniel.. kung papaano nila matatanggap na ang pagkakamali na nagagawa nila sa isa't isa ay dulot lamang pala ng pagmamahal

Sometimes when we love there are joy, sadness, and pain. It's not possible when you love, it's just fun, right? and it's doesn't mean you get hurt, you can't be happy. as they say, Life is like a jigsaw puzzle, every event, and every person is like a piece that fits in this puzzle of life and there are times when we feel confused about the choices we made or the events that happened but we should remember that everything happens for a reason and in the end when all pieces are together, everything makes perfect sense

Seraphina Vale has always lived in a world of elegance, where fabric weaves stories and beauty is her silent armor. As the face of her mother’s renowned fashion empire, she walks the runway with grace, but off-stage, she’s the quiet storm—reserved, untouchable, and calculating. Her twin brother, Caelum, is her opposite—a scheming charmer with a heart too big for his own good. And then there’s Isolde, the warm yet enigmatic girl who has been part of their family for as long as memory serves. Caelum adores her. Seraphina trusts her. But love and trust are fickle things. Enter Lucian Drax—the cold, infuriatingly charming heir to the wealthiest family in Velmoria. Once the golden boy of the city, he vanished without a trace, only to return years later with an unreadable gaze and a past he won’t speak of. To the world, he is untouchable. To Seraphina, he is the one mistake she never saw coming. A single night. A tangled fate. A secret neither of them is ready to face. Neither Lucian nor Seraphina remember much about the night they spent together—except for one detail, a clue that only he knows. It lingers in his mind, an unsolved mystery, whispering a question he cannot ignore: Could the woman he shared that fateful night with be the very same girl he once thought was an unreachable star? In a world of whispered scandals, stolen glances, and the kind of love that burns slow but deep—Seraphina and Lucian find themselves in a dance of fate neither of them can escape. Because some echoes refuse to be silenced. And the past never truly stays forgotten.

He met her when they were just children… Too young to understand what they felt. She cared for him in ways he didn’t value—until he pushed her away. Then she was gone. Years later, after success, relationships, and a life that should feel complete… one name still remains in his heart. Nancy. When fate brings them face to face again, buried feelings rise, old wounds reopen, and one question lingers— Can a love once lost ever truly be found again… or was it never lost at all? The Unforgotten Love is a touching story of first love, regret, and a connection that refuses to fade with time.

oK, let's begin [For one this is my first fanfic] So in this Narutoverse, I will show you what I think would be like in Naruto's childhood going all the way up. So for one, the yang part kyuubi,[inside him]will obviously have to boost his physical attributes to an insane level also him being a pseudo-jinchuriki[Due to his mother being a jinchuriki as well] and boost his Uzumaki- genes to another level due to these factors Shiki fuin also messed up with his chakra, [Obviously having a seal that can be only done a the harbinger of death will change stuff ] making his yin part more potent, and him physically as well. ] so yeah powerful chakra, the kind new to the Shinobi world him being the first affected by such factors . His yin part abilities or unique traits will be revealed soon. And I will write how I think it should be due to being most characters being nerfed , so here they won't Due to being an Uzumaki-[Half-Uzumaki], but still that half will be potent did to being affected by kyuubi's chakra , and this says a lot due to the kyuubi being very powerful, a force of nature ,malice, and it's chakra being sentient having properties that will be explained soon. yeah I thinks that's it 'ja ne'

A compilation of short stories about unforgotten dreams. These were written here to serve as memoir of the imaginations unraveled through sleeping. Do not give up on your dreams! Keep sleeping. Love, smallbird

Ryder, a superpowered officer, also known as an SPO, has a mission separate from his job. A mission to find his best friend, Kai. What will happen when they finally reunite? Will it be on good terms, or the opposite?

Hello, my name is Princess Luna of the Lumine Nation. Could you please tell me why you are reading my diary? Do not pry into my personal life! You may as well read my diary if you are reading this, just promise me you will remember me. This story could probably be considered a book, so I will be avoiding words such as 'Dear Diary' In any case, the story is about me, but it was always supposed to be about me and my life. Little did I know that when I was walking through my garden after my philosophy lessons, I was about to hear a great secret. In that sense, I cannot help but begin my great escape from the clutches of the Emperor, something I had been planning ever since I was thirteen. Though I was captured on the way by a knight of the Viribus Ignis Nation. Wow...that man is HANDSOME!!! What good does it do for me if I don't use him in my escape plan? . . . But I couldn't have guessed that he was actually...

There are lives that unfold like open books— clear, visible, easily understood. And then, there are lives that are written in silence. Not because they lack stories, but because their truths were never meant to be read. In the quiet, frost-laced morning of a world still half-asleep, within the pale walls of a hospital that has witnessed more endings than beginnings, walks Aaggarttha Debberma— a woman shaped not by softness, but by restraint. She does not tremble before pain. She does not falter before grief. For she has learned, far too early, that the heart—if left unguarded—becomes a fragile thing. And so, she carries herself like winter itself— calm, distant, untouchable. Yet even winter, at times, must yield. For within a room long forgotten by time, where the air itself seems to have grown weary of waiting, lies a woman who has not truly lived for twenty years. Her breath, a fragile thread. Her silence, heavier than any spoken sorrow. And on a day that should have been no different from the last— something stirs. Not loudly. Not violently. But enough. A flicker in stillness. A tremor in the unseen. A moment that passes as quickly as it arrives— and yet refuses to be forgotten. What is a moment, after all? A mere passing of time? Or the beginning of something that time itself cannot contain? For Aaggarttha, it is nothing— and yet, it is everything. Beyond the quiet sanctity of healing hands and measured breaths, there exists another world— one not built on care, but on control. A world where power does not shout, but settles—firm, unyielding—like a throne no one dares to question. At its helm stands Indrajeet Shrivastava— a man whose name travels farther than his presence ever needs to. He has not merely built an empire. He has become one. Through years carved with discipline and decisions weighed in silence, he has woven a legacy so vast, that it touches lives he may never see, and alters fates he may never know. And within this legacy, bound not by chains but by blood, is Dakshinayan Shrivastava— a man who walks not in freedom, but in expectation. He is composed, as all strong men are taught to be. Measured, as all heirs are required to remain. Yet beneath that stillness— there lingers a question he has never quite answered. A longing he has never quite named. And though his world and Aaggarttha’s seem oceans apart— separated by purpose, by circumstance, by design— fate, it seems, is seldom concerned with such distances. For what is distance, when time itself conspires otherwise? Their paths do not collide in fire. There is no grand moment of recognition, no sudden unraveling of truths. Instead— there is quiet. A glance that lingers a heartbeat too long. A presence that feels… strangely familiar. A silence that speaks, though neither dares to listen. And slowly, like ink seeping through untouched parchment, their lives begin to overlap. But beneath these gentle crossings lies something far more ancient. Something untouched by reason. Something unclaimed by time. There are truths, you see, that are not buried to be forgotten— but to be protected. From whom? From the world? Or from those who might one day uncover them? Time is often mistaken for a healer. But time does not heal. It merely… waits. It waits for fractures to deepen. For silence to weaken. For the past to find its way back into the present— not as memory, but as consequence. And when it does— it does not ask permission. It takes. As Aaggarttha finds herself drawn toward questions she cannot explain… as Dakshinayan stands at the edge of something he cannot yet see… as the boundaries between what is known and what is felt begin to dissolve— a truth emerges, not in clarity, but in weight. This was never chance. It was always meant to be. A convergence—not of paths, but of destinies long deferred. A meeting—not of strangers, but of stories left unfinished. And at the heart of it all— lies a stillness so profound, it threatens to break.

When she opened her eyes, she had inexplicably returned to twenty years ago, the first day of the apocalypse escape. "Classmate, you're a Superpower User, right? How about considering joining our special operations squad?" Looking at the man opposite her with sparkling, charming eyes, Xie Ning heartlessly refused: "Thanks, I have a team." "Ah, what team do you have?" "No team." "Right, you're beautiful, so whatever you say is right. How about this, you join our squad, and I will accompany you through wind and rain, and go through fire and water with you to clear dungeons and kill monsters." "Every single day, year after year?" "Mhm! I will work hard to make money, and only for you. How does that sound?" Xie Ning: ... After being reborn, her small Space has turned into a large, mobile villa, and she originally just wanted to live her own quiet little life in peace. Never did she expect to attract such a clingy, devilishly charming man. Question: How does one heartlessly and coldly reject a charmer? Waiting online for an answer, it's quite urgent...