Amnesia Custom Stories Novels & Stories

“Retirement, huh?” Lena coughed. “You pack the bags next time.” They didn’t go back to Geneva. They didn’t need to. Two days later, Amani’s name appeared on the public addendum to the Doctrine. Her entry: Amani Mbatha The One Who Refused to Forget “Memory is not a liability. It’s the map we never drew.” And beneath it, co-authored with Elias: The Mbatha Addendum Ghost Ops Reclaimed (2006–2016) Echo didn’t just survive.

yes, she is, but how sad, she couldn't remember anything about me," he answered. "That's the consequences, Zon!" He said. "You mean the consequence is that she won't remember me?" "Exactly," he winked at me and then frowned after. "That's awful, isn't it?" "No, I believe that you are wrong!" I said. "Hah?" "Cassy is only suffering from Dissociative Amnesia..." I explained to Mr. Smith what happened to Cassy and his family. I told him everything that Drake told me before that I remembered. But Mr. Smith told me it was just a coincidence! That Cassy's Amnesia happened to occur, that even if she won't suffer that thing, she won't remember me at all. That's the consequences that he was talking a

“Oh yeah? Tell your cock and bull stories to someone else who doesn’t have a brain in their head.” “I suffer from amnesia and I can't remember you. Well then how can I remember my father, mother, even minute details about my childhood?”

“Annie, I’m Lucien Rook. I’m your legal husband. I spent ten years with you! How could you forget me?” Seeing how Lucien was losing it before me, I only found the whole situation ridiculous. I remembered how he had reacted when I was diagnosed with amnesia. He had been overjoyed, acting as if he had won the lottery. Yet, he was acting like he was in such pain before me. What was the point? “Alright, Mr. Rook.” I smiled. “It doesn’t matter to me if you’re Mr. Kaplan or Mr. Rook. Regardless, you don’t exist in my memories. Please stop bothering me.”

He kissed me on the cheek and left. "Are you really okay? Why did you cry? That jerk did something right?" Peggy is still mad so I sighed deeply and took the courage to talk. "Can you three hear me out?" The three exchanged glances and nodded. "You know, before I entered high school, I had an accident. They said I was in a coma for 6 months. When I woke up, I can't remember what happened. My parents and my siblings didn't want to talk about it either. I can remember some of my memories before the accident but not all of them. I also forgot some of the people I have interacted with before. They said it's selective amnesia. The doctors said it was me who locked those memories. I tried so hard

He frowned, “it’s Finn, your bestie. Damn that accident must’ve shaken up your brain a bit.” I shook my head, “I remember things just fine.” Aria looked up at him, “he doesn’t remember us.” I began to grow frustrated with these people who claimed to know me. Groans came from the other cots and two guys with brown hair both got up at almost the same time. The one with the darker hair spoke first, “looks like everyone is alright.” Aria gave him a sad smile, “Zach has amnesia.” He let out a disbelieving laugh, “you’re joking.”

"Chester, I'm sorry. I lied to you. I'm your real fiancee, not Janet." The moment Tiffany finished, Janet tightened her hold on my hand. I stayed quiet and looked up at Tiffany, her eyes brimming with tears. After a long beat, I smirked. "Is that so?" I threaded my fingers through Janet's and said, "I've got amnesia. I don't remember anything from before, so why would I take your word for it just because you said so?"

Cole Sullivan's intermittent amnesia has lasted for three years. Every so often, he'll forget me and fall hopelessly in love with my younger sister, Roselle White. The night before our wedding, he loses his memory again. I sit right beside his hospital bed, yet his eyes pass over me as if I weren't there and land once again on Roselle. Mom and Dad have long since gotten used to smoothing things over. "Rach, you know about Cole's condition. Don't take it personally." I make an excuse to leave. Halfway down the hall, I realize I've forgotten my phone. I've just reached the door when I hear my family laughing and talking inside the room. "So, Cole, how do you plan to tell Rachel about your

"I... I don't know. I'm just so glad you're here. Can you talk to the doctor, please? I'd like to go home.” Her friends frowned, staring at her, and at long last they looked around to see us and exchanged greetings. Then they asked. Delia added, "What's wrong with her? I know Grandma Charlotte said her memory is all jumbled, but why is she talking about home as though you guys aren't here?" "That's because she has amnesia. Selective amnesia. Her brain kind of reset her memory. Her current life is temporarily forgotten, I hope. Her past life is what she's working with," the doctor explained to the girls.

Mental illness? Griffin suddenly realized he had overlooked something crucial. Emerald had struggled with depression during her adolescence. "Is there any way to restore her memory?" he asked urgently. Dr. Woods sighed. "It’s difficult—unless she experiences another intense emotional trigger. Amnesia can have many causes. Sometimes, the brain erases certain memories as a defense mechanism, especially if the patient is subconsciously afraid of something. It’s similar to how animals instinctively recognize danger when they encounter a fallen member of their own species. Whether her memory returns or not… well, with current medical knowledge, it’s nearly impossible to force it from the outside.