The House That Time Forgot Novels & Stories

Questions. But one thing was certain. I would not walk into that room as the forgotten wife. And judging by the way he had looked at me that morning… He knew it too.

Every day, she tried to cook something delicious for me, experimenting with different dishes. Though the regional flavors didn’t always match my preferences, I still happily ate everything she served. After all, it had been years since anyone prepared meals with my tastes in mind. The only imperfection in the fleeting peace was my worsening health. My moments of clarity grew shorter each day—sometimes lasting only an hour or two. Even my memory began to fail me. One morning, I went out to buy breakfast and forgot how to get back home. A creeping fear started to settle in. Although I felt relief as those painful memories slowly faded, a new fear began to take root—the fear of forgetting entir

he mutters. Struggling to get up and see I am getting no help from my new "husband," I simply state, "No shit. I'm fine, by the way. Thank you for caring," I tell Braxius, my voice reflecting my annoyance on how my day started. I began looking for my clothes. Then I remembered Braxius destroyed them in his haste to undress me last night. Crap

His mind was stuck on those three days Tania was trapped there. How terrified she must have been. He pushed Lucy into the basement, locking the door hard, ignoring her knocks and cries. Samuel wandered the villa, searching for any sign of Tania, but slowly he realized that Tania had been fading from his life since the day Lucy came back. It started when she accidentally broke the dishes. All their shared memories in that house — the gifts he gave, their pictures together — were gone. He had not even noticed when their big wedding photo, the one that hung right in the middle of the villa, had disappeared.

I gripped Grandpa's hand tightly as I wept like a child. He had raised me till I was an adult, yet I had failed to look after him in his final years. Even though I had only just returned to the country, he was going to leave me already. While squeezing his hand, I begged the heavens not to take him away from me. Grandpa urged me not to cry, then had Mr. Warren call his lawyer. Then, Grandpa had Lincoln serve as the witness as he transferred all his shares in Gardner Corporation and full control of the company over to me. All of the Gardner family's assets were passed on to me alone, with none going to any relatives.

"Captain Ashby lost her memory. She insists the clinic caretaker, Dylan Foster, is her husband and refuses to come with us. But we've already contacted the army's top neurosurgeons. We can schedule her treatments as early as next week to help her remember you." The conversation was identical to the one from my previous life when I first found Eleanor Ashby. Only this time, the ecstatic joy and bitter resentment were gone, replaced by total serenity. I shook my head, declining the offer, and did two things afterward.

Eighteen Years Earlier... Morning sunlight bathed the Marcone estate, turning its pale stone walls a warm shade of gold. Perched high above rolling vineyards, the mansion seemed untouched by the world beyond its gates. Roses climbed the terraces. Lavender bordered the stone paths. Ancient olive trees stretched their branches wide, casting long shadows across the gardens. It was the kind of morning that promised nothing but peace. Then a child's laughter drifted across the lawn. Four-year-old Lana Marcone ran barefoot through the grass, her dark curls bouncing as she chased a bright yellow butterfly. Every time she reached for it, the butterfly danced just beyond her fingertips, drifting towa

he replied Project AS025 is the project we plan together, it is to build a house for our children. "Let's go to the office" I said and stand up and went to my office As I enter the office the plain white and black color welcome me, I sat in my chair and close my eyes in a while. "Anton, can you buy me some sea foods and sweets?" I ask while still closing my eyes "Yes sure Young Mistress" he replied "Thank you" I said I hear footsteps and the door closes so I know he's already gone. My mind is still in the project AS025, did he really do that before the accident happened? My heart ache remembering that he is now can't able to remember about it, we plan it together but I guess I'm gonna finish

“What kind of an ass leaves a woman when she literally gave her right arm for him?” I looked up at the TV, the photo of Zach still splashed on the screen. “The kind that doesn’t remember what it was like to love in the first place.” - Somehow, I made it back to my room. I don’t remember making it back, but I woke up with my shoes off, and my arm still on, so I got halfway there. Flipping over, I looked at the digital clock that said 2:30 a.m. and I groaned. I would be so fucked when I got back home.

I want to look presentable infront of the governor. I cursed when I saw that my phone was dead. The electricity was out earlier and it just came back few minutes ago so I was not able to charge it. I already texted Ravnal. Kristina and I were already riding a tricycle. Yvenia's house was a bit far. We had to ride a jeepney for twenty minutes before we reached their mansion. "Shit. This mansion is so beautiful." Kristina said in awe as she stared at the mansion. The design is modern with flat roofs, grid windows and industrial features. I think they just renovated it few months ago.