Forgetting Time Book Novels & Stories

I nodded to show I understand One thing am sure of is that Leon doesn't want me to get my memory back I know he can't hurt me but there's something he wants me to forget forever but I will try as much to get that memory back. "What are you thinking?" He interrupted my thought again "it nothing" I replied ********************* I yawned and looked at the clock on the wall I was immersed in the book am reading the one Mr Jack got for me before they left for the lunch appointment,i was immersed in it that I don't know time has gone

It had that faint smell of old books and a little dust mixed with it, and just right now, the smell of my future. I smiled to myself and found a book for beginners because I needed to remind myself of something I had forgotten for years. Chemistry for Beginners. I took it from the shelf, sat down, opened it, and went into it. I read slowly at first, trying to remember things I had completely forgotten. Some of it looked familiar, while some of it felt like I was seeing it for the first time. But I didn't care; I was going to learn it and pass. I smiled at that thought and continued reading until Angela came to find me.

I think I spent some time reading the book, and I almost forgot I was waiting for Gladimir to return. It was when I got to the second to the last chapter, I remembered that I was waiting for Gladmir. I glanced at my wristwatch, and I was shocked at how fast time had passed. It was about four hours already. ‘I had just spent four hours reading a book’ I frowned. I stared back at the book. When I was done with the book, I glanced at my wristwatch, I had already spent an extra hour. I ran out of patience, I couldn't wait for him any longer.

“You’re doing it again.” “What?” “Writing after the weird answers.” “That is generally when notes become useful.” I almost told her she was annoying. Then she asked another question. “Have you ever lost time?” I frowned. “What do you mean?” “Have you ever been somewhere and realized you don’t remember getting there? Lost a few minutes? Woken somewhere unexpected?” “No.” “Ever?” “No.” “Any periods from childhood you remember less clearly than the years around them?” “That’s normal.” “It can be. Do you remember being five?”

When breakfast was finally served, I pushed my food around my plate until the fairy eyed me suspiciously. “Why the long face?” she asked, slapping a spoonful of jam onto her own pancake. “The living book isn't helping,” I admitted. “I ask, it answers, but it makes no sense.” She tilted her head, then shrugged. “Well, you do know the book can take you back in time, don’t you?” I blinked. “What?” Her eyes twinkled as she chewed. “Mhm. We don’t have one here, but everyone in the magical circles knows about the living book. It carries timelines. It doesn’t just answer, it remembers.”

In three years, he had never once cooked for me. So that was what love looked like. I wiped my tears, hung up, grabbed my suitcase, and walked out the door. I didn’t look back—not at the apartment filled with happy memories that I had clung to for far too long. At the airport, just before boarding, I got a message from Lucien. “Mia, work ran late. I’m sorry. I can’t make it home for dinner. I’ll bring home your favorite mango mousse cake, okay?”

“Graham, will you be my child in our next life? “Give me a chance to make things right.” Furrowing my brows in dread, I hastened my pace into the light. No one could stop me from becoming a happy and mindless single-celled microorganism.

My voice shook but I asked, “How long was I out?” “7 hours. It’s now 2:15 p.m.” I nodded and had another sip of water. The quiet stretched for a while before I saw Dr. Walters grab his notebook and pen. “I’m assuming you remember?” Nodding, I took a deep breath. “Everything. I remember it all.” My voice sounded so small, even to me. “Do you remember the events leading up to the memory loss?” “Yes.” This time, my voice cracked. “It was medically induced.”

He flops on my bed, I notice him move his pinky and thumb, my spellbook makes its way to my bed and Malcom's blue mist disappears. As he goes to the back page, I jump quickly onto the bed, my fingers inches away from grasping the book. He lifts it and an evil smirk makes its way up to his lips. Oh shit. "Aellero.."Speed spell ...I don't know how to break it, I knew I should have gone to Charles during winter break. After a few minutes, I was panting like a dog with my book still moving in the air. I give it up and drink some water, the book falls on his lap, and I give in knowing there's not much to hide either way.

Staring at the time on my phone, I feel a surge of anxiety fill me as I run inside the building of Wraith Corporation. Riker is going to kill me if I am late to work today even though it is all his fault. Well, it's his fault and the stupid rush-hour traffic in this city. You would think that after seven years of working for Wraith Corporation that I would know when to avoid morning rush hour to be on time but I was just too exhausted from last night to wake up when my alarm sounded.