Novel & Cerita Amnesia Custom Stories

“You said.” “They care about appearance. About class. If you walk in and say the wrong thing...” “I won’t,” I said. He looked at me firmly, “Also, don’t bring up the amnesia.” “I wasn’t going to.” “And stick to the story. Your parents are both late. You studied in Paris. Liberal Arts degree. We met through a mutual friend.” “Got it.” “They might still pry.” “Don’t worry Andre. I've got this. We already talked about this.”

I can't help but stare at myself in the mirror while brushing my teeth. What if I am indeed from Rema? Dissociative amnesia. I suffer from dissociative amnesia, so I can't recall my childhood memories. I didn't expect everything to be that complicated. I only want to find Shena, but right now... I'm at a loss on what to do initially.

I said "Why? Don't you trust us?" Vanessa asked "No. Not like that." I said "Then what?" Clyde asked "I can't because I have no one," I confessed "What? We can't understand you! Look, Sophie! Just go straight to the point!" Drake said annoyed "I have a sick. I can't remember my childhood memories when I'm 8 years old. We went to different hospitals and professional doctors but all of them didn't know what sick I have. They didn't find any damage in my brain that will cause me to have amnesia." I said

My legs moved on their own to the empty seat on the sofa. “I'm here now.” I said in a small voice. “What does Kieran Masters want?” He went straight to the point. “And what do you remember about Ayana?” “I don't remember who Ayana is.” I replied honestly, skipping the part of Kieran Masters. “I lost a whole lot of my memories, remember? I barely remember anything or anyone from my past. I don't even remember what my own parents look like.” Daemon winced for a few seconds before gathering himself. “So…" He stared at me dead in the eye. “What does Kieran Masters want? What did he promise to give you in return?”

Amore asked as she wiped away her tears. “You have amnesia. You had an accident when you graduated eight months ago,” Xavier revealed. Amore's eyes widened. 'Amnesia? Graduation. My parents and me inside a car. That dream! It was all from my past!' Amore thought. “S-so, it was not just a dream. I had a reoccurring dream that matches what you said. I s-saw them in my dreams. I saw their faces, their h-happy faces," Amore said in between sobs as she cried again.

For even if they’re really close friends, GD was still a bit gynophobic with all their bipolar-ism and his limited knowledge of them, so he wanted to tell her slowly. He started with a small question he hoped wouldn’t break her mind. “Before meeting Albert and Alexis and starting college, what was your life about?” This was unimaginable to her, but she never had the moment to sit down and think about those for a while; and she has a reason. “Have you forgotten? I have some form of amnesia; I can’t remember anything.” “But, you remembered the entire story of your college life?” “Yeah, I mean…that’s, uhm, different. Or is it?” As the clock struck 8, and the sun started to paint an orange horiz

She said and looked into my eyes, her eyes were full of misery and she had dark spots sitting below her eyes. “What happened between us Aunty? I don’t remember much, I honestly didn’t remember you that day.” I say looking back in her eyes wearing a slight frown on my face. “You don’t remember? How come?” She asked me, looking surprised as I expected. “No Aunty, not even your name, I had an accident about two years ago after dad died and I developed selective amnesia as a result, I could only remember him because of my journals, sadly there’s nothing about you in them” I say in the most remorseful tone I could use.

The more I try to remember, the more I forget,and the aches in my head got even worse every time I try. I could overhear Aiden telling the doctor, I can't remember anything, I wasn't much interested in their conversation, it was obvious I lost my memory,I don't even know who I am. "What is his name Aiden?" I asked. "He doesn't have a name yet,we wanted you to give him one" he said, walking towards me as the doctor and nurse took their leave. "He is so handsome," I said. "What about me mama?" Raymond asked. "Oh Ray,you are also handsome" I chuckled.

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

After a car accident wipes my memory, my mind is stuck ten years in the past—right after I get down on one knee to propose to Angeline Stone. I tear through every app on my phone, desperate to find any proof that Angeline is actually my wife. But all I see in my contacts are numbers I don't recognize, and my WhatsApp chat list is empty. I have no choice but to call my buddy, Rick Tate, to ask him whether Angeline accepted my proposal. To my surprise, he explodes on me like a lit firecracker. "Did a donkey kick you in the head, Caleb? Did she accept your proposal? You're about to divorce her!" My first reaction after hanging up is—damn, I'm a legend. I actually managed to land an ice quee