The House That Time Forgot Novels & Stories

"I'm gonna deal with it like I do with the bigger drug barons; side with him now and reap the benefit and then turn my back later. As for what he wants, he told us! He wants some rare book, the title I've forgotten, but it'll be easy enough to recognise. If it's as old as he says it will be in a protective case." His companion didn't respond, hunching down in his coat to keep the rain from going down his collar and burning his neck. Mr Montford's house was situated at the end of a row of generic terrace home. All red brick with wooden window frames and identically sized front gardens. Being on the end he had the benefit of the garage attached to the side, the others being in a communal area

I didn't have time to even think about it as two of the large guards step forwards, throwing a set of silver cuffs upon my wrists "Call for the Alpha, have him come to the cells immediately and get the Beta the the maids quarters" the largest of them orders as I'm dragged from the Alpha house

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

“Did you forget?” “Forget about what?” I asked, still confused. She gasped in surprise and covered her mouth. “Come on. Think about it a little bit more. Today’s the 16th of January.” My eyes went wide when the realization came to me. “Shit,” I cursed under my breath. “Oh god! You really forgot! Haven’t you planned anything?”

I stare at him. “You had evidence,” I say. “This whole time. Hidden. And you didn’t—” “I didn’t remember,” he says. “Until now.” Right. Until now. “Where is it?” I ask. He looks at me with the full weight of a man who has just remembered not just who he is but why it matters. “The old house,” he says. “Our house. The one in the town.” My stomach drops. “Dante,” I say slowly. “I sold that house.”

Sometimes staying in the darkness is much better. While I was wiping the window full of dust, it was funny that there’s still a lot of it even though I clean this house every day. As if the world is telling me that no matter how much I clean, it will be the same tomorrow. I’m talking about my memories. If you forget them now, you’ll still try to forget them again tomorrow. But then, just like how you get used to wiping windows, you get used to forgetting everything. Just like how I forget to be happy whenever they come back, and forget to be sad whenever they leave me alone in this house. “Too dusty,” I sighed as I continued wiping the last window. I also forgot the guilt I always feel whene

He shrugged off "You can lose something much more expensive and important than your watch and wallet if you really forgot " I seriously thought again but my mind was a complete blur, I don't remember a single thing of what they are telling me to remember. "What is it?" I ask confused, watching their expressions going blank again. "Your life" he began, I was stunned for a moment "We discussed that you will go back to your house before your father's arrival after we did our work with Phillips" and my mouth hanged open in shock. How can I forget this? It's No doubt spending time with elie and old friends helps me to forget everything and only focus on enjoyment, that's a good thing but it can b

I wish she’d had more time to enjoy living. I check the time on my Rolex, a gift from my mother, which was the most extravagant thing she’d ever bought. It wasn’t like Esmerelda Hendrick, and when she saw the surprise on my face when I opened the box, she smiled in that way of hers. There was some life lesson she was going to impart and it was right there on the inscription. No matter how much time changes things, never forget who you are. I still recall our conversation. “Wherever you go, never forget, Nicholas. Time passes quickly, and it’s easy to forget yourself. To forget to look after those who truly need it, especially when one has so much.”

"You forgot my face. You forgot my name. You forgot that night. You forgot everything that happened, everything we were, everything we could have been. You forgot. You chose to forget. Because it was easier. Because it was safer. Because it was all you knew how to do. Forget. Run. Start over somewhere else. Start over with nothing. Start over with no one. Start over as if nothing had ever existed, as if no one had ever existed, as if I had never existed." I want to tell him he's wrong. I want to tell him I didn't forget. That I never forgot. That I thought of him every day, every night, every time I looked at my children, every time I saw their blond hair, their light eyes, the way they laug

I’m not sure anyone even knew it still existed aside from us. The Fort was a simple building that was maybe 20ft long by 30ft wide and 8ft tall. It was likely a storage building at some point in its life, but by the time Mat and I found it, it had been a fort for kids that were probably adults at the time and it had been long forgotten. We had reinforced the walls and put in a new ceiling with a staircase leading to the roof. There was a secret room in the corner, hidden behind a false wall. It was our escape from kids to teens, and even now we find ourselves here on occasion.