Forbidden Lies

Forbidden Lies FORBIDDEN TRUTHS DUET BOOK ONE AMBER NICOLE All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used to be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations for articles or reviews. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials. Nicole, Amber The Midnight Confessions Part Two Editing: Kyla Lee Cover Design: Alisha Williams Formatting: November Sweets As always this book is dedicated to you my amazing Trauma Queens. I wouldn’t be where I am today without you all. And to my amazing family. You always stand by and encourage me to try new things and step out of my box and I love you all for it. Quote: “I couldn’t unlove him; and I didn’t want to.” -unknown- Contents Author’s Note Blurb Trigger Warning Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Do You Want More? Acknowledgments More From Amber Nicole About the Author Author’s Note Wow, book number nineteen! That just seems so crazy for me to say. Thank you to everyone who always one clicks my books, reviews, and just reads them. I always wanted to turn Fallen Memories into a why choose, it has been one of my biggest ‘what ifs’. I really hope you love this new version. Gracie and Ashton will always have a place in my heart, but I hope you love her new guys as much as I do. Which brings me to say this is a whychoose meaning that Gracie will have more than one romantic relationship. All characters are eighteen years or older and consenting, but there is talk of sex at the age of sixteen. As always my books are dark, and come with triggers. So please check those before proceeding. If you happen to find any edits (it happens, we’re only human) please email them to me at: [email protected] I am also not liable for any devices being thrown, or therapist bills. But I do permit being messaged and yelled at. Enjoy! Thank you again from the bottom of my heart. XoXo, Amber Blurb What makes something forbidden? Could it be that society won’t agree with our choices? Or maybe people will judge you, thinking it’s wrong? Whatever it is doesn’t matter to me. My life ended the moment I landed at the bottom of that cliff. My future and past were erased and changed into something… new, infinitely better, and exciting. There’s just one problem… I have amnesia, and only I hold the answers to what happened the night my best friend died. But they're locked inside my head as people fight to get to them using any means necessary. My life becomes torturous, filled with heartbreak and pain, bringing me even more questions. Will the truth ever be revealed? Trigger Warning I really want everyone to take a chance on my book, but mental health is important. That being said this is a dark high school bully romance. Such themes like miscarriage, death of a teenager, abortion, severe bullying, attempted murder, suicidal thoughts, and suicide are all within this story. Chapter One I wake up drenched in sweat from another nightmare and throw the covers off of me with a groan. I’m breathing in short pants and fighting to remember what it was about, but all that is doing is causing me a headache. The light shining in from my bedside window is bright, alerting me that it’s time to pull up my big girl panties and get today started. I can’t spend another minute in this house with a mother I don’t remember and a father who looks at me, with so much guilt. I roll to the side of the bed and reach for my phone, turning on a playlist I must have set up before. Music starts to play softly from the speakers in the corners of my room, and I sigh, rubbing my eyes. I think I like this song. I don’t know the words, but I find myself humming as I get off the bed and walk to the bathroom, kitty-corner to my closet. There’s so much I don’t remember now; it almost feels normal. The shower calls to me as I peel off my damp pajamas and toss them into the hamper under the sink. Turning the dial to warm, I let the water heat up before stepping inside and pulling the curtain closed. I quickly scrub myself and rinse off. My hair is still clean from last night’s shower, and I try to keep it dry. I don’t have enough time to blow dry and style it. Huh, do I even know how to style it? I’ll have to watch some more Youtube videos. I turn the water off and grab the robe hanging on the hook; slipping it on, I shuffle to the sink to brush my teeth. Drying my feet on the towel laid out on the floor, I open up the cupboard hidden behind the mirror, pull out my brush, makeup, and pills, then start to get ready for my first day of high school. To say I’m nervous is an understatement. I have a feeling that I’m missing something vital, which is the norm these days, but I’m hoping that returning to a place I spent the past three years will jog some memories. I move