You Forgot The Funny Novels & Stories

“I hope you forget it.” *

Can't afford to waste food. While I was going back I realize something. I forgot to ask his name! A/N in all honesty? I love Greyson's selective muteness😅

Anna narrates. "Yup, pretty weird because I would have noticed if there was a strange guy with a stick lurking around our willow tree. Well, you always have a knack for strange things.” “Remember when you slipped from the willow tree when we were seven? I thought you'll hurt your head but you hit the ground without a scratch. Your locket suddenly glowed nonstop." Jo reminisces.

As my friend's wish, I decided to have Allen as my baby. "A few seconds later, the ambulance came and reached the hospital. After completing all the formalities the bodies were handed to Mr.John. On the other hand, treatment was going on for Allen. She crossed the critical stage but she lost her memory. Allen remembered only two words, one is Daddy and other is Mumma. The doctor introduced me as her daddy. Her subconscious mind accepted me as her daddy easily as my face was familiar to her though she forgot everything. Also, she was affected by Xenophobia (fear of strangers) due to that accident shock. She didn't respond to further treatments. I often came to the U.S to see her there was no

she said “food is ready” Johnny left the laptop on the sofa and went to fetch his food from the kitchen. I glanced at the laptop and what I saw on that screen was not making sense to me. I wondered how this kid remembered all these complicated codes. Everyone’s focus drifted to the food, I glanced at everyone in the room and realized that this was the family I have always longed for, the people in that room were my perfect family.

I noticed her bag sitting on the table and immediately spotted the thing she’d definitely forgotten—her sanitary pads. Typical Zara. Always so careless when it came to little things like this. I grabbed one and stuffed it into her bag. “You almost forgot this,” I said. Zara blinked, clearly having forgotten all about it. “Oh, right!” she said, sheepishly sticking her tongue out. “I’m happy to be like this!” I shook my head, amused. “You’re so forgetful,” I said, giving her a look that was both stern and affectionate.

"I can't get a name for this man. He tells me they are your favourite wild flowers. You used to pick them in the meadow just outside the farm you used to live on with him as a child in a previous life." At first, Clarissa could only remember picking wildflowers with her mother in the English countryside. But slowly, the image began to transform into another hazy memory. She was no longer a thirteen-year-old, but a girl of ten, dancing and skipping through the meadow. The green English countryside turned more yellow in its colour. A boy slightly older than herself held her hand and laughed at her. She tried to see his face but it was always mysteriously turned from her. It was brief and fleet

"It was just a very honest mistake. You should know people make mistakes, Wayne. I was just trying to finish the edit before the deadline, and the footage looked good. It was an honest mistake. I completely forgot about the clause, okay?" Wayne let out a low, dark chuckle, the sound carrying absolutely no single shred of humor. It was a wicked, mocking vibration that rumbled from the back of his throat as he leaned down further, his wicked face stopping just mere inches away from mine, his hot breath fanning across my lips. "You forgot?" he whispered dangerously, his eyes dropping down to my mouth before coming back up to trap my gaze. "Are you really telling me you forgot, Miss Whyte? Or we

This was the kind of still that happened when something you had been bracing for finally arrived and your whole system just went quiet to deal with it. I knew that number. I had not seen it on a screen in five years but I knew it. I had memorised it a long time ago, before everything changed, and then I had made myself un-memorise it the way you un-memorised things you couldn’t afford to reach for. Except it turned out I hadn’t un-memorised it at all. It had just been sitting there in the back of my head, waiting. The message said: I found your number in my old contacts. I do not know why I had it. I think you should explain.