Before I Forgot His Name Novels & Stories

"I don't know your name." Tine laughed and leaned down to kiss her cheek as she turned a brilliant shade of red. "My name is Tine and it is the old language for fire. Come, I will walk you home. I am sure that you parents are anxious to meet me." Tine offered her his hand which she took without hesitation.

“I don't know my name?” I whipped my head toward him. Right. How could I forget that? He didn’t even know who he was. Then the realization struck, I had to give him one. “Yeah, he's right. He doesn't remember his name. Why don't you give him a name then?” Sadie chimed in. “Call him Reece.” The name rolled easily off my tongue, leaving a strange warmth behind. I could feel his gaze on me, heavy and curious. I turned toward him again, still smiling.

After all, even in the past six years, for what purpose would I need to go under a different name? That just didn’t make any sense. He said his name was Ian. For both our sakes, I tried to think hard on if that name was familiar. But again, I came up blank. I just couldn’t remember anyone named Ian. “You are some piece of work,” Ian snapped. “You and your brother and your apparent mate. You never mentioned him when we were engaged, did you?” “I truly believe you have me mistaken –”

“That’s a lovely name for a pretty girl. Somehow, it rings a bell, too. Where have I heard it before?” He snapped his fingers, searching for the answer in the recesses of his mind, but ultimately fell short. “Ah, as expected, I’m not as sharp as I once was. I can’t seem to recall such details. No need to worry, though—I'll be sure to remember your name!”

As Ted explained, Mark finally remembered the person, Henry Hamilton. "You mean the sucker from last year's banquet? The one who wanted to match me with his daughter?" Ted's face twitched as he heard the nickname given to one of the country's most famous businessmen. He wasn't surprised that his boss didn't remember him by name, as Mark only calls people he finds impressive by their names. He could forget a random person he met a minute ago while still remembering a notable person who was dead by name and face and their work.

Sophia inquired with a confused look. “Yes! I did” Remember you asked me how I knew he lost his memory? I will tell you everything today so be ready to listen. “I will listen to everything today!” Please tell me everything that happened. Sophia replied meekly. “Okay!” I only have one name which was given by my parents and that is the only name have been using till now. Everyone calling me Van is for me to always remember who I was and to make sure I make no further mistakes like the ones I have made in the past.

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

Since the family was short on funds, I came up with a desperate idea. I took up a seasonal job at the factory and orchestrated a workplace injury to get a payout. Jean was lost in her thoughts. After weighing her options, she gave the man Tanner’s number. “He’s gone off to college. You can reach him at this number. “Oh, he has legally changed his name. He goes by Tanner Blue now.” My chest tightened as emotions washed over me. Jean was afraid Tanner might not be comfortable going by my name after replacing me at college. Consequently, she had our names swapped early on.

"Goddess, Remy. I didn't know." "Didn't know?" I screamed, the anger I had suppressed for years boiling over. "You pointed a gun at my son! You called him a thing! You held a silver blade to my throat and asked me who I was!" "I know!" he roared back, slamming his fist into the ground. "I remember everything now. The blast... it broke the wall. But I didn't do it, Remy. I swear to the Moon, I didn't choose to forget you."

“You remember me.” One of his brows lifted slightly. “Should I not?” No. Definitely not. Because I barely remembered his actual name. My face warmed immediately at the realization. I remembered the letter. The initial. R But sitting here now, I suddenly felt ridiculous for sleeping with a man whose full name I couldn’t even remember properly. His eyes narrowed slightly like he could see the exact moment embarrassment hit me. “You forgot my name.” It wasn’t even a question. “I didn’t forget,” I lied quickly.