The House That Time Forgot Novels & Stories

“You think I planned to forget the only woman I’ve ever—” SLAP!

The house that used to be filled with matching sets for couples was empty, with no signs of anyone living there before at all and so clean it looked like it was ready for a new resident. Even every photo on the wall that Fiona had adored so much was taken off, the photos nowhere to be seen. Even as he reverted to human form and was still covered in torn rags, Duke felt like his heart was taken out of his chest, and walked stiffly to the bedroom. He couldn't even find a single hair belonging to Fiona in there.

When the officers broke the door open, they discovered four bodies slumped around a dining table, with a pot of poisoned chicken soup in the middle. The story stirred up some talk around town, but new headlines soon buried it. The tragedy of that family quietly faded from memory, and no one ever spoke of it again.

I answered. "He mailed it to you?" "No. There's a store room here, I hardly go in there. It was a mess a while ago. After my accident and I lost my memory, there was a folder given to me. About my past, one that I could use to try to remember. Genna kept it after I was done and I'd almost forgotten about it. He told me I'd find the sonogram pictured there. And I did" I looked at Vivian whose brows pulled together on displeasure.

In that moment, gratitude swelled within me, a profound acknowledgment of the forces at play in our tumultuous world. Lost in contemplation, I scarcely noticed the absence of my faithful butler. His departure, though unobserved, spoke volumes of the urgency that now pressed upon us. Without a doubt, he had hastened to summon the council, their collective wisdom and resolve now our most precious asset. The time for action was nigh.

Time was flying, but we weren't even there. Eventually, it took almost two and a half hours for us to get there, and when we did, it didn't take us long to locate the house. How would I forget the house in which I'd been granted my mate? The house of the man whom I'd sent my men to monitor secretly many a time when he owed my debt, and appeared to be involved in more fraudulent acts? Of course, his lousy address was stuck in my head. The gates were open, so we simply walked in, striding in across the front lawn before going to knock on the front door.

she said irrationally. "Dumbo ..... U forgot about the amount company gave as retirement amount for ur father as he was permanent worker ..... So company directly shifted that money to bank nd now ur house is totally urs ...... How u can forget? u was there when aunty signed those papers" he reminded her that her house is her. That time she was busy with Devary''s hospital bills so she forgot.

My husband Charles always had selective amnesia. Anything that had to do with me, he would forget, then promise he'd make it up next time. On my thirtieth birthday, I prepared an elaborate dinner at home and waited for him and our family to come celebrate. But the hour came and went, and no one showed up. Burning with a high fever, I went out to look for Charles and called everyone else. Isabella's voice was warm with laughter. "Charles is here with me picking out your birthday present. We'll be back soon." My best friend said, "Traffic is awful. I ran into Charles on the way, so we're heading over together." Even my own brother told me, "I ran into an old friend with Charles on the road and

POV: ISLA (Flashback) I forgot my wallet. Such a stupid, mundane thing. I'd made it all the way to the grocery store, filled half a cart with things I didn't really need, and realized I'd left my wallet on my dresser. So I went back home. If I hadn't forgotten that wallet, maybe I could have lived in denial a little longer. Maybe I could have pretended not to know what I already knew. Maybe I wouldn't have seen what I can never unsee.

She could grasp the handles, feel the chipped paint beneath her fingers, but they would not open for her. She was trapped. Time only moved when people did. Families arrived and left. Children grew up. Floors were replaced. Wires were run through the walls. New machines hummed where silence once lived. Then the house emptied again. Dust gathered. Mold crept. The house sagged under neglect. She endured. Until he came. He walked through the house slowly, carefully, like someone who found value in the forgotten. He didn’t wrinkle his nose in disgust. He smiled.