Amnesia Custom Stories Novels & Stories

Declan wasn’t proud of what he had done, and I was worried that telling him might cause more damage than good. “Yes, and you should be prepared for a few changes.” I frowned at her answer, not understanding the meaning behind her words. What changes was she talking about? “What do you mean?” Meryl asked. A voice in my head told me I wasn’t going to like the answer. “Declan might change. He might start hating things he used to love. He might prefer to keep to himself because people who suffer from amnesia tend to feel vulnerable, and if they’re not comfortable around you, they’re going to keep it to themselves. Also, he might start being short-tempered,” she explained.

Richard would add, with eyes shining at exactly the right degree to impress journalists when necessary. I never found it strange that none of those memories came with scent, texture, or any physical sensation attached. They were films projected on a wall, not something lived in the body. When I questioned that lack of visceral connection, Harvey was always there with the perfect explanation: “Amnesia is like that, darling. Some things come back, others don’t. What matters is what we’re building now.” “Now” meant Boston. The penthouse. The honeysuckle scent. Chopin. Good girl.

"Lisa, if we're being honest, you're actually more at fault here. Pretending to lose your memory to test me—that's outright disrespect. It just proves you never trusted me from the beginning!" He was eloquent, twisting his betrayal into something forced upon him. I let out a cold laugh, tearing through his pretense. "I stopped you from doing extreme sports because of your heart condition. I was afraid you'd risk your life. I cared about you—that's why I paid attention to everything. "I pretended to lose my memory because I saw you kissing Sarah while I was being rushed to the hospital! If you had been loyal to me, would I have needed to use a near-death experience just to test your limits?"

Blue wave apartment. Amy and Tut ate their breakfast and sat on the sofa. Amy had an glowing eyes ,the eagerness to listen to his past story .So She looked at him innocently. "First condition if I want to tell you my past then you need to tell me yours." Eventhough tutt can access through her knowledge but he can't access through her memory. Memory of the certain person is like their treasure so no matter how strong tutt can be he can't access through it without that person's permission as well as it is also a dangerous attempt .

"Amnesia? Like in those cheesy 90s soap operas where the rich heiress forgets her cheating fiancé and falls in love with the pool boy?" "Better," I hissed, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "Like the kind of amnesia that keeps Aaron Adams completely off my back for the rest of the semester. If I don't remember him,he can't corner me in lecture halls, and he certainly can't shove his hands up my skirt while the professor is writing formulas on the board!"

--------------------------------- ‘’My father Lux, told me… that he was inflicted with a disease called amnesia. ‘’Amnesia? Disease? What unusual word to hear.’’ Trying to remember the past, has drained the life energy in Lux. Amnesia is a very strange curse; it makes a person’s mind forget about the before. Although he is already awake, he can’t move, like his body is weighted with thousand rocks—could be… another type disease they weren’t aware of.

“Yeah. I went over as soon as I heard from Karl that he had already woken up. Fortunately, he’s okay, and he’s holding up pretty well. However, there is one strange thing that happened…” “Come on. Tell it quicker, Maia. I’m dying over here,” Camille said with an exasperated voice. I scratched the back of my head. “He’s got Amnesia. Temporary Amnesia, to be precise.” “What? Are you pranking me or something?” I shook my head although she couldn't see me. “No! I wish I was, but that isn’t the case.” We both didn’t say anything for a while, and only Camille’s breaths were heard over the phone. “It really doesn’t sound like you’re joking.”

“ Don't tell anyone I'm here, pick me up in two hours. “ Casper said leaving The place was quiet, soothing to the soul. Casper started arranging some things before sleeping . Athens was still doubting the news so she called Evan again. “ Spill, he's not here.” Athens said “ He had an accident leading to selective amnesia , he saw a girl and Casper thinks she is Amelia.” Evan said sighing “ How can something like that happen, no he kept denying the fact that Amelia was dead.” Athens said “ You can't bring it up unless he's likely to lose his memory completely or something bad may happen.” Evan said “Okay , who's this girl ?, Is she pretty,?. Athens asked

“You’re remembering more every day. You’ll get there. I promise.” Ryan yanked his hand back, frustration carving deep lines into his face. He turned away, staring at the window as though the world outside might hold the answers she wouldn’t give. Daniel came later that afternoon, arms full of easy charm. He leaned against the bed rail like he belonged there, his smile warm but just sharp enough to draw blood if you looked too closely. “Hey man,” he greeted settling in as though Ella weren’t there. “How’re you holding up?” Ryan hesitated, eyes darting to Ella before returning to Daniel. “I keep seeing things Memories But they don’t… stay. It’s like watching pieces of a movie out of order.”

she said. “I wasn’t a good enough liar for you,” I said and she laughed. My world was perfect. She knew everything and she still loved me. If I could just get rid of that nagging feeling at the back of my mind, it would be more than perfect. “If I hadn’t seen that room in the basement, I would have believed everything you told me,” she said. “So don’t you ever slip up?” “No. I have HSAM,” I said. She looked at me and I might as well have spoken Greek to her. “It's a highly superior autobiographical memory. It just means that I remember everything. I never forget any detail,” I said.