Before I Forgot His Name Novels & Stories

He ordered the girl. Maria. Maria was her name but he often times forgot the name. He was not supposed to forget her name, the girl had been working for him for five years and he was not supposed to forget her name. But he was a busy man, his mind was only on working and making the numbers in his bank account rise, not on remembering people's names. They meant nothing to him. The girl did not respond to his orders and went to her tablet right away, the elevator kept moving and they stood in it, silently.

He thought to himself ,If not for the moon goddess he most probably would have been dead. *** His mother had brought up the name of his ex wife and now the name " Felicia " he had tried so hard to forget was now stuck in his memory, he unbuttoned his shirt and though he didn't usually crave for red wine he needed one now and so he poured himself half a cup. "Felicia ." He mummered the name to himself.

The name is right there, but my tongue feels heavy. “I… I can’t remember.” She nods sympathetically. “That’s okay. You need rest, not stress. I’ll let Dr. Hale know you’re awake.” Before I can stop her, she’s gone. Silence floods the room. My head throbs. I press my fingers to my temples, dragging the name out of the fog. Noah. It feels right—but the harder I hold onto it, the faster it slips away. The door opens again. My mother walks in.

I nodded. "But not quite much....." I replied. "Progress," he replied. Mom sighed. Wayne stood up and hugged me. Now that I believe that I have really lost my memories, I want to really work hard to get them back. For some reason, I want to see that guy from earlier again. What was his name again. I think it was......his face flashed through my eyes. Not from today, but an image I've never seen. Ian.

"You forget Juliet's your fiancée now? Thought you two were today's headline couple. Bet she's at home in something skimpy, waiting for round two." His face dropped. "How do you even know that?" I didn't answer. Just laid it out. "You don't remember me. Called me crazy. Said I was chasing clout. So don't show up now acting like that baby meant something. Please. You wanted out—we're done." I was cutting every last thread. But he wouldn't let go. He stood there, swaying a little, eyes darting everywhere but at me. Lips pressed tight. After a long beat, he finally said, "I just lost my memory. The doctor said it's temporary. If you wait a bit, it might all come back."

His words, his demeanor—they linger in my thoughts, refusing to be forgotten. I can’t believe I didn’t ask for his name. How could I forget something so simple, yet so important? It’s frustrating, and I find myself replaying the conversation in my head, wondering what his name might be and why it slipped my mind. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, or perhaps I was too caught up in my own thoughts to remember.

He glanced at the screen to see an unknown number. Normally, he would have ignored the call, but tonight, something compelled him to answer. ​"Who is this?" Kendall demanded. ​A deep male voice replied, "It's been a long time, Kendall." ​Kendall froze, his grip on the glass tightening. "...Who are you?" ​The man chuckled softly. "You've forgotten my voice already? But I've never forgotten yours." Silence filled the room before the voice spoke again. "I heard your son has started digging into the past."

After four years of supporting the prettiest girl on campus who was secretly penniless, Hayden Simpson had spoiled Sylvie Scott so rotten that even a single strand of her hair was precious. He used his connections to search for kidney donors across the country, saving her mother from the clutches of death. He pulled strings at an elite school in Jamesville to enroll her younger brother, Morgan Scott, grooming him into a proper gentleman. He spent a fortune investing in her entrepreneurial project, making her a successful businesswoman. On the eve of their wedding, Hayden unexpectedly saw her childhood sweetheart, Joshua Gillman, embracing her. His eyes were rimmed red as his heart brok

I just remember his face but not his name. “Uhh, yeah,” I smiled all confused, still trying my best to figure out his name. “And what is your name?” I asked and he smile. “Oh no, you forgot about me? HAHA, I can’t blame you, it’s been years. Well I’m RJ Ronces, from grade school remember? We used to be seatmates HAHA. Miss me?” then we both smiled widely. OMG! We are so close before! I feel bad and guilty for forgeting his name but good thing we met again!

"Oh but it does sister it does, I rule you ,I control you, am in freaking Control of everything!!, and that's right I took has forgotten your name, everyone has, that was the price wasn't it?, am even sure by now you've forgotten your own name, no matter the amount if times you tell someone they will always forget, remember your mate?, tell me why didn't you guys work again?" "Shut up!" "Oh that's right, isn't it weird what consequences a name can cause?" "I said shut up!!" "Even mother and father forgot your own name, wow what a sacrifice " I clap "You'll regret everything" "Says who exactly?" "People might not remember my name but at least I'm not forgotten,especially by my own daughter" I