Amnesia Custom Stories Novels & Stories

"I would never. In my eyes you are the most guarded person I have ever met. You are perfect, smart and the sexiest woman I want to get to know more of. In fact, one of these days even if it takes me waiting forever, I want you to open up to me. I want you to be free around me, Alex I am going no where for as long as you will have me. Mhmm. If you do not want to talk I have an idea that is bound to be fun (he wiggled his brows before giving her a playful wink) ... Since you do not want to talk. You here. I am here. In order to pass time we can-" He leads forward. Jumping out of his embrace laughing she fell on the floor. She did not fall hard enough it hurt, even if it did she was distracted

“Now tell me what happened to you for the past two years and don’t lie, I know there’s something.” “What do you mean she won’t bother us anymore?” that came out to my mouth before I could stop myself. “Ana, stop changing the topic.” I bite my lips. “I’ll tell you but you have to tell me about Pearl too.” He nodded. “Deal.” “Okay.” I said in a whisper and took a deep breathe, I’m not sure if I should tell him this but I want to see his reaction, see if he knows something about this. “I was in a car accident, the car flipped and I hurt my head pretty bad, almost lost my life with the twins and I didn’t instead I had amnesia and I just got my memory back.”

She fixed her depthless eyes on me and bit out, "You faked your memory loss, didn't you, Damian?" I held her stare and suddenly chuckled. It was a dry, bitter sound. Dad winced, but Calvin still stood tall and straight as if he were in the right. Anna pieced things together after looking at the grown-ups' reactions. She then yelled at me ferociously, "I don't want you as my dad! You're not my dad! You should never have remembered anything and leave our house forever!" "Be quiet, Anna!" Yvonne finally barked at the child. She noted my grim expression and tried to take my hand, but I avoided her. "Damian, Anna's only a kid. She didn't mean what she said. Don't take it personally."

And all my dreams were about Jheanne. About the two of us. I told Ninong Esmael everything I'd been feeling, while Mom sat quietly beside us and listened. I told him about the dreams too. He listened in silence until I finished. "Okay. There are many reasons why a person can develop amnesia. First, it could be because of a head injury that affected a part of the brain, causing memory loss. It can also be caused by alcohol, certain drugs, traumatic events, or conditions such as Alzheimer's disease. Which one do you think happened to you, hijo?"

“Something strange happened to me at the gun store. It was like I faded away, and my body went into autopilot. I knew more about guns than I realized. When I left, I felt like a whole new person, but yet . . . familiar.” “Layla, is it possible that you are taking on the personality of your past self? It’s rare that a person changes after amnesia, but it does happen; especially in your case. You were told your likes and dislikes by your husband. You never got to develop naturally.” She looked at Victoria and thought for a moment. “Well, I don’t know. Then again, why would Damien not tell me what I was really like before? Why would he lie about that?”

"Go on." "Before, grandmother told me a story. It is you and dad's." My heart skipped a beat. "Then, she told me Dad has an amnesia. And he can't remember you, as a result. You tried and pursued him. But all what you did is not enough. Until you stopped, and he was the one who chased you." "Well..."

This someone has been forgetten back then, this someone destroyed me before. But today, he will dominate me again, hunt me and become his obsession this time. In Vlaze Kingdom, I am the Vampire's Obsession. NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. Names, Places, Incidents are only imagination of Author. Any resemble real names, places, co-events and locals are just coincidental. Thank you! God bless! Ps: plagiarism is a crime

In most cases, you still have the memories but can’t access them. Her kind of amnesia would be retrograde dissociative amnesia, and this affects finding old memories. It’s like a glitch or error that would keep her from accessing or checking out a specific memory. People with dissociative amnesia do not realize they have gaps in their memory, and that is exactly what I’m hoping for. This can last until memory loss affects part of their sense of identity or if someone brings up or asks something a person knows they should remember but can’t.

“I can’t tell you that.” “Why not?” “Because the doctor said not to,” Damien said. “Said not to force your memories. That you need to remember on your own.” “But you want to tell me,” Mia said. It wasn’t a question. She could see it in his eyes. The desperate need to explain. To make her understand. “Yes,” Damien admitted. “God yes, I want to tell you. But I can’t. Because if I do and it overwhelms you, if it makes the amnesia worse, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“He knows his own name. Ronan. And he remembers his dad’s name. That’s all. He doesn’t know you. He doesn’t know his brother. He doesn’t remember his life before the shooting. It’s gone for now.” My hand went to my mouth. I felt the floor tilt under my feet. “No… no, that can’t…” The doctor put a gentle hand on my arm. “It’s called amnesia. From the injury. Sometimes memory comes back on its own. Sometimes it doesn’t. If we try to give him everything at once, all the people, all the stories, it could hurt him even more. His brain isn’t ready. It might overload him, make things worse.” I wiped my eyes. “So what do we do?”