The House That Time Forgot Novels & Stories

They sold us to a Human who uses it for their benefits and now look at it,you can't even remember your past because your memories have been forgotten. Hudson somehow found her words to be true. When he woke up from the hospital two years ago he couldn't remember anything concerning his past life and with the help of "coral" his mother he was Able to remember some people. "You're getting me freaking out! When did those things actually happen? "I know but I can tell that it's been long! Maybe something did happen after he woke up from the hospital that day. He's going to question his mother about it and know her response.

Tainted by the guilt of the future war. The spell hadn't just stolen four years; it had retroactively poisoned the timeline. It had rewritten the narrative so completely that I couldn't find a single memory of Remy that didn't have a shadow hanging over it. Every smile, every touch, every whispered *I love you* was now infected by the knowledge of what I had done to her under the hex. "I..." I choked out, tears streaming down my face. "I don't have any." The silence was absolute. I HAVE NONE.

The train left the station at two o'clock. She watched the edge of the estate's grounds pass the window — the outer tree line, the stone wall, the service road. She had learned the shape of the estate over sixty days of paying attention to shapes, and it passed out of sight faster than she expected. The bond-hum was different. Not gone — present, but quieter. The winter-underground form: patient, not requiring anything. She put her hand on the notebook in her bag and did not open it.

A heaviness settled in Aeliana’s chest, and a sudden change in her mood washed over her. Was this house once happy? The mansion itself was beautiful—there was nothing wrong with it. And Aeliana, who often preferred solitude, normally found peace in silence. Yet there was something different about this house. It radiated a kind of sadness that seeped into her, as though a thousand silent griefs pierced through her heart every time she moved from one room to another. She decided to return to her room. Her footsteps were heavy, her pace slow. In that moment, she thought perhaps she should search for something—anything—that might have belonged to her before she lost her memory.

I turned to him and noticed he was snacking on potato chips. Something suddenly hit me. I hit my forehead softly.“Oh no.” Blake looked at me “What is it this time” “The potato chips.” “What potato chips?” he asked, confused. “The twins’. They specifically begged me not to forget.” “They’ve been talking about those barbecue-flavored potato chips since last week. And I completely forgot, They will kill me.” “They won’t, Athena.” He smiled.“You brought every other thing.” I shook my head.“They made me promise.” Blake looked toward the stage. The speeches were still going.

He listened—and horror spread across his face. “They’re drugging him,” he whispered. “And he knows.” A tear slipped down my cheek. “He’s scared, Nathan.” Nathan stood abruptly. “We’re getting him out. Tonight.” “Tonight?” I echoed. “Yes. Before they increase the dosage. Before he forgets you completely.” My phone buzzed again. A new message. Same number. “He doesn’t have much time.” Nathan’s face drained of color. “Who sent that?” “I don’t know,” I whispered.

The twelve and a half million dollars from his family's settlement was only the beginning. There was another two hundred and eighty-six million from the buyout of my half of the mansion. Enough money to ensure I'd never have to work another day in my life. Enough to start over anywhere in the world. Enough to tempt anyone. I refused every cent. Money couldn't erase betrayal. It couldn't buy back the years I'd lost. And it certainly couldn't make me forget the woman my husband had chosen over me. Since then, my phone has been flooded with calls from my mother and my stepfamily. I still don't know how they found out, or if they're calling for an entirely different reason.

It was nothing like Josiah's house. Josiah's house had been a statement about the present, about power and acquisition and the aggressive erasure of anything that complicated the image. This house was a statement about time. About the fact that time was the ultimate authority and everything else, every acquisition and every power structure and every carefully controlled marriage, was subject to it. I did not know yet whether that was reassuring or terrifying. Footsteps approached from the far end of the hall.

“Is there shelter anywhere? I can’t feel my toes, Dr. Hawthorne.” Jasper cleared his throat as his already deep and raspy voice caused by smoking way too many countless Cuban cigars is somewhat raspier and strained. “Yes, of course, Dr. Anderson built a hut around here, yes.” He quickly looked down at the old, worn-out map and squinted looking back up. “Ahh, this way, yes, this is the way.” “Are you sure Uncle?” Questioned Bridgette, her once porcelain skin now a bright red from the harsh sting of the howling wind. Jasper grumbled some unintelligible words with his back towards everyone, leading the way, deeper into the vast uncharted territory.

On the third day, my memories started to decline. I constantly forgot what I was just doing or thinking. There were many times a day when I suddenly froze on the spot. With much difficulty, I finally remembered that I wanted to keep the Lego set that Raven had destroyed. Although I no longer had any hope my family would come to accept me, Grandma and I built the Lego set together. It was an important memory I had of Grandma. I would not allow them to throw such memories into the trash.