Fugget About It Characters Novels & Stories

I say. “Oh is that it..” He chuckles. “Well let me tell ya..” He stops for a while.. “Whoops sorry..” I faintly hear someone yell ‘watch where your going!’ I chuckle at his clumsiness. “As I was saying..” He pauses. “What was I saying?” He asks. “You were about to tell me something.. I don’t know..” I was grinning. “Well I forgot.. Now I’m sad.” “I don’t think you’ll remember any of it tomorrow anyway..”

" That's right. The face on the screen belonged to Nate Macken—the youngest of the Macken family, someone almost everyone had forgotten. After Lisa's death, he hadn't even attended her funeral. He went abroad to study instead. Chris had always doted on this younger brother. Though he'd been annoyed by Nate's sudden departure, he hadn't taken it to heart. Now, confronted with this earth-shattering truth, the blow to Chris was devastating. As my vision rolled back from lack of air, medical staff rushed in, dragging him away and fitting me with an oxygen mask. Watching the chaos written across Chris's face, I couldn't help but curl my lips into a mocking smile. 'Chris, this is the truth you cha

James murmured to himself. After checking the time, he put a hand to his forehead in exasperation at his forgetfulness. He had been too anxious. Celeste was probably still at kindergarten. He grabbed the treats again and drove over to wait outside the kindergarten. Children began to come out one after another, but Celeste never appeared. James got out of the car and headed in. One of the teachers on duty, Mindy Gibson, recognized him immediately. "Hello there. Liam isn't here today," Mindy said.

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

Just call down and let them know. I hope to see you soon. Your forever, G I smile slightly, but then try to think back to last night. Who is this person, I remember meeting a guy, the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome. His jaw was sharp, with the sexiest amount of dark stubble along it. His eyes were the brightest blue, which would sparkle like a diamond in the sun when he would smile. I would think every time I looked into them about how different they were from Conner’s.

Just as he was heaving the heavy thick wooden door closed, a pair of hands pulled it back open. There before him stood the reason for so many things. This battle. Sheiria's fatal wound. The reason that their son had been spirited away by his most trusted captain and the boy's nursemaid. Ragar was an ugly man. In both mind, heart and appearance. Unkept, wild, knotted hair. A mouth full of rotting teeth. A demeanor of cruelty and greed. The only thing about the man that resembled health was his rounded belly, suggesting a habit of over-eating and over-indulgence.

When Cleo’s assistant took the phone out of the trash can, his face darkened instantly. No one knew Cecil better than Cleo did. She was the type to move on for good once she decided she was done with something. It did not matter if it was Cleo or if it was her parents. Once she was done, that was it. The faint ember of hope that remained inside Cleo had been stamped out completely at that point. Countless people were coming in and out of the airport the entire time.

and I almost burst into laughter when I heard his answer. "You fool!" I said to him and he laughs as well. What's got into his mind and he memorized the plate number of our car? Fudge. That's so witty. Felicity went in the middle while the characters are still sitting. "Okay, guys! Pack up! We can go now!" She shouted. Everyone stands up and gets their stuff immediately. "Look at them. They looked exhausted" I said to Gio and I pointed to those students who looked exhausted.

Ambrose’s POV The silence that followed that announcement was deafening. It almost felt like the room froze and everyone held their breath as though breathing wrongly would increase the tension in the hall. “Alpha Duncan, you want us to believe that your wife, Lady Kattie, hung herself on the day of the council hearing?” Lord Magfold spoke first and Duncan fell to his knees. Tears streamed down his twisted face as his broken voice echoed through the room. I have never seen a man groan in this much agony for a very long time.

Instead of making things worse, this only serves to exaggerate them. “I get mistaken for Charlie Hood, which is embarrassing because I'm not. The nerdy, virgin, math genius who gets punched every hour on the hour. However, you are not a virgin. When he forgets, Fabiana reminds him. Charlie sighs and whispers “Fabiana” to himself. Fabiana rolled her eyes once more. To avoid thinking about that night—let's not.