Amnesia Custom Stories Novels & Stories

As the time passed, all the Gabriels arrived in their house. “What's with the sudden meeting? Is Amara made up her mind for her revenge?” Agatha's mother asked. “Well, she's alive. We were right all along,” Amethyst mentioned with sarcasm. “You're all here,” Amara said as her father was also with her. “What are we gonna talk about?” Amethyst's father asked. Amara took a deep sigh before she started. “I had amnesia,” she said aloud. All of them stopped and turned silent as soon as Amara said that. When she glanced at each of them, she saw how stunned they were.

Ramon asked, his hands clenched in his lap. "The beginning," I said. "Start with that night five years ago. Tell me everything you remember about it." Ramon took a shaky breath. "The problem is, I don't remember anything. Lake, I have zero memory of that night. It's just—gone. Eight hours completely erased from my mind." And so he began to tell me the story. Of Amanda, the ex-girlfriend who'd drugged him. Of waking up confused and disoriented in a park. Of his security team finding him and bringing him home. Of never knowing what had happened during those lost hours.

Healer Kimberly waited impatiently for me as I closed the door behind me. "I heard you talked to Healer Winston," she said sternly. "You should know that no one in this healing center believes his fairy tale theory about memory loss. Amnesia can't possibly be fixed by the magic of an old childhood friendship or a young adult romance." "We are not even friends or lovers," I quickly denied. "And I only heard it from the other side, from Jayden's manager. And since it was the only alternative available, then we couldn't rule it out."

The matriarch. Her eyes landed on me the second I approached, cold and assessing. I knew that look too well. It always meant the same thing: You don’t belong here. “Taren. Kaela,” she said smoothly. “Kaela seems to be recovering well. Amnesia is sad, of course. But maybe some memories are better left forgotten.” I gave her a polite smile. “Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Voss.” Inside, my wolf bared her teeth.

"What are you talking about?" "Fine! It really does seem like you completely lost your memory, but I’ll still tell you this. Just promise me you won’t tell your mom what I'm going to tell you, okay? She’ll scold me." "Promise." Jethro leaned closer to me and began telling the story in a hushed tone. "Before you went into full amnesia mode, you were furious at your mom because she has a new boyfriend. Truth is you hated the guy so much. That's the reason why you two haven’t even met... or in short, you don't want to meet him."

But I don’t think it is the case. - Are you really amnesic? - I beg your pardon? Am I really amnesic? Where did that come from? You know I am… - I don’t know what to think any more about you, Rita. All I know is that I have fancied you long before met Miron and suddenly you lost your memory. - I had an accident, Adam! An awful accident in which I lost my little sister and I remained invalid, blind, and without any memory. Even my name was lost somewhere in my deepest mind. How can you imply that I lied?

“The journey back home is long enough for you to come up with a complete story.” “Or maybe you aren’t even going to make anything up.” “You can make Sal lose her memory again. All you need is the drug you used to cause her amnesia in the first place.” “When that happens, you’ll still be the man she loves, and she’ll be your stupid little bunny.”

They said my body couldn't handle anything strong at the moment, or it'd be highly stimulating to my senses. I frequently stared at the walls aimlessly, with the banner of written words on it, and sulked at the fact that I'm struck with dylexia because of.. what's that fucking heart clenching word again? Oh, they're three words. Retrograde Fucking Amnesia. My Dad didn't visit. Guess he was scrubbing public toilets clean, or washing dishes at several restaurants to foot my hospital bills. Friday

My memory loss is one hell of a kind. I guess my amnesia was specially made for me cause I can remember having a company but can't remember having a home. I remembered my mom but can't remember my dad. I shrugged that off while I walked down the street. I got to a restaurant and a waiter appeared immediately. I ordered beef stew and rice with a flute of champagne. ..................................... 30 minutes of eating, I paid the bills and walk majestically out of the restaurant. At my left hand side was a club, I need to get wasted tonight. Probably, get a bitch home to f*ck.

“I swear that girl is always giving me a headache for not calling me from time to time.” “I’ll let her know so she can call you,” Alex assured with a loving smile. "You know how Ashley can be once she concentrates so much on her studies. She sometimes tends to forget calling us." Alex watched as her mother then turned to her father and started talking about the diner that her sister, Vicky is running and is asking him when they can be able to go and have breakfast there. Her mother, who for the past four years had suffered Anterogade amnesia, where she only remembers events before the accident had happened.