Amnesia Custom Stories Novels & Stories

Before Conrad tried to kill me, he had said a lot of things. But it had been hurting so much that I couldn't remember everything clearly. The one thing that stuck with me was, "If it weren't for you, if it weren't for the Harmons, Kelly and I could've been together forever!" Well, the Harmons and I weren't in his way in this life. I'd love to see how he and Kelly would grow old together. In the teahouse, the air was thick with the fragrance of tea.

Kristine still asked calmly, even though in her heart and mind she wanted to get angry. "I will tell her a story about you and her. I will gradually remind her who Kristine Aragon is." Kristine's eyes widened at what she heard, and many things were bothering her now, but only one came out of her mouth. "Amnesia?" "Yes, selected but not permanent." They stared at each other for hours until Kristine averted her eyes, but she was shocked when someone hugged her. "You idiot! But you're still my friend, so you'll get better, huh? Because I'll attack you." Jaemie whispered to Kristine, so she just cried because of that.

Xerxes couldn’t accept this one bit. Then, they heard someone else say, “Grand Preceptor, the Pool of Forgotten Love seems unclean now. During the process, it might also wash away normal memories or even cause amnesia. The person wouldn’t even remember who they are.” The Grand Preceptor answered, “That’s fine. Amnesia would be the best anyway.” He paused and said, “There’s a servant that followed, right? Bath him too.” Alex shuddered. ‘I’m the so-called servant!’

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."

“What’s wrong?” “The roses. The gifts. Standing outside my studio,” I said. “It’s empty. It doesn’t fix anything.” He tried to sound hurt. “I’m trying to make you happy.” “You can’t buy your way out of what you did,” I said. “Gifts don’t erase pain.” Silence. Then the act snapped into place again. “What did I do?” he asked. “Kaela, I told you I lost my memory. If I did something, I don’t remember. Tell me what I did.”

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.”