Fugget About It Characters Novels & Stories

I had a boyfriend back then…we weren't that serious but… Bertha leaned back, laughing. “You'd think that'll be the first thing you remember, considering it's the last…” She tutted, “What did you call him again? Nicky?” “No…” The words dragged out of my throat like a punishment. Nicky. Why does that name…sound so familiar? “Your cryptic pregnancy was one of the reasons you became a docile bitch,” Bertha smirked, “Mostly because you caused your own child to become a vegetable, and eventually…died,”

Dumbass "He's not part of a gang, they all just have a very ...special aura. You can take the rest of the day off, I won't be leaving the building today night, most probably neither will they. Good work today. Bye" My heels click on the white tiled floor, echoing the sound throughout the whole long hall. My fingers latched around my ID card, which indicated I work here, I wiped off my sweat and ran to the bathroom putting on a fresh layer of red lipstick. But why ?. The only ones single there other than my brother; disgusting -are Diego, Haru, two amazing guys I have never even been the slightest interested in

"I needed to know if there was even a flicker of recognition left in him, some part of him capable of understanding what he'd done." "Was there?" "No." The word came out flat, final. "He didn't know who I was. Called me Kade twice. Asked the nurse, completely without malice, completely without memory, why his son had come to visit without calling ahead." He laughed, a short, broken sound with nothing of his usual charm in it. "Twenty-eight years of being the disappointment, the reckless one, the spare. And in the end, he doesn't even remember enough to know which twin tried to destroy him professionally, let alone which twin he tried to destroy in return."

"What is it?" Natalie pointed to the heading at the top of the page. "'Memory Fog.' It makes someone forget about a person, an item, or even an entire event." Miguel raised an eyebrow. "You think it'll work on Bruce? On all the witches?" Natalie nodded with full confidence. "Yes. If I do it right, they'll all forget I even existed. Bruce won't remember I took the book. He won't remember me at all. Not even my face."

​"Richard Hale didn't betray Swan Group. He was trying to expose the real traitor..." Alex leaned closer to the speakers, holding his breath. "Who?" ​Static suddenly flooded the audio, hissing loudly. Then, the final words struggled through: ​"The traitor is—" The audio abruptly cut off into dead silence. ​Alex stared at the screen in utter disbelief. "No..." ​He replayed the file. Once. Twice. Again. But every single time, it cut off at the exact same fraction of a second. The final name had been deliberately erased.

When the officers broke the door open, they discovered four bodies slumped around a dining table, with a pot of poisoned chicken soup in the middle. The story stirred up some talk around town, but new headlines soon buried it. The tragedy of that family quietly faded from memory, and no one ever spoke of it again.

“Graham, will you be my child in our next life? “Give me a chance to make things right.” Furrowing my brows in dread, I hastened my pace into the light. No one could stop me from becoming a happy and mindless single-celled microorganism.

Do they really know each other? Liam never thought that she had forgotten about him. Eleven years ago was a really long time but it’s not enough to forget somebody who was important to you. Was he not important to her? Or she probably had amnesia? No way, she remembered her grandparents. She knew them, how come she only forgot about him? “Or maybe you really forgot about me. I’m sorry to disturb you.” He was sad and hurt. It was evident in his eyes. He went away disappointedly. It’s not like him to retreat, but it came to him as a surprise that she didn’t know him.

His teeth clenched shut. I start seeing black dots until eventually, darkness consumes my vision. I'm so close? I know him, I know who he is but I can't seem to say his name. I can feel it, see his name in bold letters, hear his name roll off my tongue but I can't say it. It's lost in my mind, swimming around, a needle in a haystack. His name, I just seem to forget.

Christopher questions, looking confused. Peter taps his chin and studies his face for a minute. "You don't remember it, do you?" He shakes his head and then starts laughing. When he stops to catch his breath, he looks back at Christopher. "Oh my god, how can I be so ridiculous to forget that you remember nothing? You fucking didn't even remember your name after that accident. How can I expect you to remember the rest? Sorry, dude. That's pretty fucked up."