Forgetting Time Book Novels & Stories

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

Standing in the center of the living room, Alex found it difficult to breathe for the first time. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It was a delivery person with a postcard mailed from Aspurg ten years ago. I had written it in my elegant handwriting. "To us ten years from now, may our love remain as it was in the beginning." Alex rushed out of the villa and called his assistant frantically. "Where's my wife? She's been missing for a month, and none of you noticed?" His assistant, Caleb Grover, trembled on the other end. "Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter said she wanted to go on a retreat for meditation and didn't want anyone to disturb her... We thought—"

"Nessa, when you read this, your new life begins. Don't dwell on the past, and don't try to uncover who you used to be. Trust me, move forward with determination. You have what it takes to live a brilliant life. "Also, never believe in love or any nonsense men spout. People change. No one is ever truly reliable. The only person you can count on is yourself. You must love yourself first and foremost." She folded the note and slipped it into her pocket, ready for herself to find when she woke. The airport speakers announced the final boarding call. "Passenger Nessa Hill, your flight is about to depart. Please proceed to Gate H25 immediately." Courtney pulled out the vial of memory-erasing poti

My social psychology professor gave us a simple assignment: text the words I love you to the family member we were closest to, then record their first reaction. My parents had died seven years earlier in an ambush meant for the DeLuca family. With no one else to text, I sent the message to Roman DeLuca—the youngest Don in New York’s underworld and the man the court had once appointed as my temporary guardian. The typing bubble appeared and disappeared all night. At two in the morning, his answer finally came. [Mara, don’t confuse dependence with love. Whatever exists between us can never cross that line.] The next day, he stripped away every privilege he had ever given me, disconnected our p

I was going to do something I'd regret. So I needed a distraction. I wandered into the study. The scent of old books instantly wrapped around me. Running my fingers across the shelves, I picked one at random and settled into a chair by the window. Soon... The story pulled me in. Hours slipped by unnoticed. The book was fascinating enough to make me forget everything else. When I finally looked up... Darkness had already settled outside. The windows reflected only my own face. August still wasn't back. By now, the housekeepers had all gone home.

🌑 And before everything disappeared— Aariz shouted— “Don’t let them take your memories again!” 😱😱😱 ⸻ 🌙 The Missing Hour The next morning, Ilyaan woke up exhausted. His head felt heavy. 💔 When he checked his phone, he frowned. Something was wrong. Very wrong. 😨 The clock showed 8:15 AM. But the last thing he remembered was studying at 10 PM. An entire hour was missing. ⏳ He couldn’t remember anything between 10 PM and 11 PM. Nothing. 💀

" After saying that, I said goodbye to Hannah and walked toward the train station. I couldn't wait to go back and tell Hannah what I had discovered, and I couldn't wait to meet the Hannah who knew me. I didn't notice that someone had been following me the entire time. Meanwhile, a new memory appeared in Hannah's mind. It was the memory of freshman Hannah meeting me. After thinking about it for a while, Hannah also realized she and I were separated by a different timeline. Hannah immediately shouted in her room. "Evan, are you back? Can you hear me? "You have to remember me. I'll come find you." This time, no one answered her. Hannah refused to give up. She wrote many notes and tried sending

I glance at the clock anxiously. Twenty minutes. My leg bounces up and down ridiculously,as though I have restless leg syndrome. I do. But that's not the point. Eighteen minutes. Why the heck are people never punctual!? Maybe because you came an hour early? It's slightly an overexpectation if you want the other person to jump into your head and come an hour quickly as well. I glare at the menu in front of me. Thirteen minutes. Uggh. Why is time not moving?

"And what do you mean, time runs differently here?" Am Heh had been half way out the room. He stopped and looked away, unable to allow his eyes to linger on the other for too long. He didn't want memories to flood back, arouse those old feelings he refused to act upon and now refused to acknowledge. Feelings were futile, they always ended in pain in one way or another. "Time seems to stand still here. A day might pass down below but here only an hour may have gone by. Or perhaps it is the opposite, it always seems to vary. Even I don't really understand it."