Novel & Cerita Amnesia Escape Room

All the words and letters are changing their orders, which adds a stamp to the fact that dylexia is additional to my condition. Fuck! The doctor clears his throat in preparation to speak. "Persistent headache, difficulty in concentrating and memory loss." Doctor Flynn leaves my side, carries a file on the table, and holds it out over to the blonde hair blue eyes guy who hesitates, eyes lingering too long on the file, before he reluctantly accepts it. "Here, the tests results confirmed that she has Retrograde Amnesia - loss of memory access to events that occurred or informations that was learned in the past." "Oh My God!"

There was hope then. "Amnesia refers to a large-scale loss of memories. It is an inability to recall old memories that had happened in the past," he added in an assertive tone, trying to make them understand without hurting their sentiments more than they had already been hurt. "She does not remember you both," he said, nodding at both Uzair and Shreyaaz. He continued, "Because the past having the two of you is being blocked by certain cells in the brain to protect her." "What is the meaning of this?" Uzair asked calmly, eyes having a unique storm within. “Protect her from what? Us?” Stealing a breath, his lips seemed to quiver at the obvious answer.

“This life is all I’ve ever known. At least, as far as I can remember.” I furrowed my brow. “What do you mean?” I asked. “The amnesia,” she said, turning to look at me with a puzzled expression on her face. “You don’t know?” “No,” I replied slowly as I straightened my posture. Erica sighed and chuckled at the same time. “All of the girls have amnesia. None of us can remember our pasts before being taken as escorts.” “None of you?” My eyes widened. “Nope. Not a single one.”

Shirley asked unsure of what to expect. "Yes." Amelia smirked, "They don't really have a particular thing that they do here, one is allowed to do whatever he or she wants to do and that is why it is called the escape room. People come here to escape from their reality. You should be happy to be here, only but a few knows of its existence and we are among that lucky few," Amelia said with pride. Then she turned to Shirley and noticed that she has a sour expression, "What is with that expression I see in your face? I thought you liked the place?" Amelia continued. "I loved it until you said that other people are allowed in here. I'm not sure I am ready to have company," Shirley replied.

Harlow tells her. Wait? She's going to be placed in the empty room between Dom and I? Yea, I am certainly fucked. To be continued. This is the end of No Escape Book 1. Thank you for reading. Have a lovely day. Book 2 will be up in the next few weeks.

"No, I wouldn't. Daddy only likes the bad lady. He lets her bully you, and he kicked you out of the bedroom and forced you to be a nanny. "If he really lost his memory, then how can he remember such a big company and all those complicated social connections but forget only you, Mommy?" That was right. Ambrose claimed he had amnesia, yet he hadn't forgotten his company or all the people in his network. The only thing he'd conveniently forgotten was me. I'd been in the business world for years and had seen all kinds of tricks, yet I'd actually fallen for such a shallow lie. I clenched my teeth and laughed at my own stupidity.

Just as I was about to turn and leave, Elisa suddenly shouted, "Leno, you're finally awake!" He lay in Elisa's arms, confused as he looked at the people around him. He struggled to sit up and asked, "Who are you?" When he turned his head and saw me, his gaze lit up instantly. "Flora Hall!" Leno was then taken back to the hospital for further examination. "The excessive dosage of wolfsbane has damaged Alpha Leno's brain and nerves, causing temporary amnesia. His memory has regressed to 15 years ago," a healer said.

Lucien saw the message. For the first time, genuine panic crossed his face. I looked at him. “Which room?” He didn’t answer. The woman on the intercom did. “The room beneath the house.” My blood froze. “There,” she whispered. “That’s where your memory begins.” Then the lights went out. And beneath our feet… something unlocked.

No one spoke. Amelia's words seemed to hang in the library. Samuel. Damian stared at her. "You're sure?" Amelia pressed her fingers against her temple. "I don't know." "You said you remembered him." "I remembered the ring." Her breathing became uneven. "The black stone." "The silver band." "I saw it in my memory." Noah stepped closer. "What else did you see?" Amelia closed her eyes. "A room." "White walls." "A woman screaming."

She led Ivana upstairs, each step heavier than the last. They stopped at a white door. Lilico leaned over and whispered, “He has dissociative amnesia after the accident, part of his memory is lost. Use the marriage to your advantage,” then she walked away. “He had an accident?” Ivana exclaimed in a whispered, but Lilico was gone. Sweat slicked her palms as she gently turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. Her heart hammered as she entered the pitch-black room, each step was like a ticking bomb. She tried to steady her heartbeat, her eyes straining to adjust to the darkness of the room.