You Forgot The Funny Novels & Stories

"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.

My brows furrowed slightly as I tried to grasp what he meant. “Forget what?” I asked, my brows furrowing slightly. But before he could answer, the realization struck me like a bolt of lightning, jolting me upright. My breath hitched as my eyes widened in shock. “Oh—that! I almost forgot!” A giggle bubbled up from my lips before I could stop it, the amusement within me spilling over. I wasn’t sure why I found it so funny, but seeing Damien’s face twist in utter confusion only made it more entertaining.

Outside of him. I even managed to laugh at something on my phone—a meme about houseplants having trust issues. It felt good to laugh, like remembering how to use muscles I’d forgotten I had.

“I… remember feelings. Frustration. Attraction. Confusion. The rest? Gone. Vanished.” I poked him lightly with a finger. “At least you’re consistent.” “Consistently forgetful,” he muttered, though there was a smirk in his eyes. I laughed, and the sound carried through the trees. Mara growled softly behind me, half-annoyed, half-amused. Kael shook his head, lips twitching with barely-suppressed laughter. Even the gremlin squeaked in delight. “See?” I said to Warren, nudging him again. “Funny and sweet. That’s us. That’s how we survive.”

And just then, a sound interrupted us— a creak from the stairs shattered the spell. “Oh, crap, I forgot my phone!” Stella’s voice cut through, loud and oblivious. Anna’s eyes snapped to her, disappointment flashing across her face, mirroring my own frustration. Stella froze, her grin faltering as she caught the tension in the room. “Oh… I’m so sorry,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing. She darted to the kitchen, snatching her phone from the counter, then held it up with a nervous grin. “Got it! I’m gone!” She bolted back upstairs, her footsteps echoing.

Thank you for everything* *Flattery will get you only so far, Faelyn. I will not speak to you for a week if you don’t come through tomorrow.* *You would miss me if you didn’t talk to me for a week.* *That’s not the point here!* She was laughing at me. *Enjoy your night, Little Luna.* With that she closed the link.

— Why did you come back? — I forgot my laptop, and I need to send some documents this weekend... — And there was no way to get a laptop there? — I had. Except that the documents are only saved in my personal notebook! — Mom, I told you not to do that! If you lose your notebook, or suddenly there is some problem with it, what then? — I never do that, but this time I forgot! — You forgot and ruined my moment because of your forgetfulness. — Why was the door closed, and did you take so long to open it?

I continued. “Bullshit, Yzabelle!” he yelled, pushed me hard before pulling himself away from me. “I called Thunder a while ago and he told me that he doesn’t promise anything! Fuck it!” He made a facepalm and gritted his teeth. He sat back next to me then held me in the shoulder. “Tell me the truth, Yzabelle!” I swallowed an air hardly though there was a lump building in my throat. “He might have forgotten his promise. Ethan will remind him later,” I excused, slightly shaking.

Jonathan muttered all of a sudden, making her burst into laughter; spilling the chips from her mouth along the line. "Omg Jonathan! That's so mean" she said, knowing fully well she sides with. He looked over at her for a second and scoffed "oh please, I know you are with me on this. She barely gets anything done, and that's just so..." He paused midsection, his face scrunched up as he thought of the word "well I forgot the word, but I'm sure you understand" he said, stuffing his mouth with chips