Amnesia Orion Novels & Stories

"Sis—I mean, Chloe, you're finally here! Was the traffic bad? Are you hungry?" I watched this happy little family of four with cold, dead eyes. So they'd all known. I was the only one—performing like a fool on a stage, kept in the dark for six entire years. "Margaret, Vanessa—what is the meaning of this?" I forced down the nausea churning in my stomach and fixed my gaze on Margaret. Her eyes darted away for a split second before she puffed out her chest with righteous indignation. "What meaning? Audrey, you're about to be a mother yourself—how can you be so petty?"

"Then you're wasting your effort. Lisa has been with me for years—everyone knows how much she loves me! She's only close to you now because she's lost her memory. Once I tell her the truth, she'll come back to me!" Grayson started to respond, but fell silent. The light in his eyes dimmed. He knew Ethan wasn't lying. All these years, he had seen with his own eyes just how deeply I loved Ethan. I caught that shift in his expression clearly and stepped forward. When they saw me, a flicker of panic crossed their faces. Ethan rushed toward me, pointing at Grayson. "Lisa, do you know—" Before he could finish, I cut him off. "Ethan, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I never lost my memory."

he said, his voice breaking slightly, "why let me believe you were lost. Why let me sit beside your bed explaining your own marriage back to you like a stranger." I sat down heavily across from him, my hands pressed together, trying to find some way to explain something I barely understood myself. "Because the amnesia was the only version of me that ever let itself be gentle with you," I said. "Do you understand what I'm saying. Not the injury changing who I was. The forgetting itself, becoming a kind of permission I'd never given myself before. I could hold your hand without the weight of two years of guilt sitting behind it. I could ask if I'd been good to you without already knowing, with

My eyes widened and I backed away from me, he followed me with confused eyes. "No, no no no no!" I repeated while putting even more space between us. I tripped and scraped up my palms. "No! It's illegal to be with me are you stupid? I'm an Omega!" I stumbled to my feet and spun to run away from him. Tripping again his arm wound around my waist and he yanked me off the floor. I stared up at the sky with watery eyes.

Letting out an awkward smile she said," I think I should leave." A few hours passed and when Orni got her senses back she found herself lying on the bed. Opening her eyes she couldn't recognise the place like she has lost her memory. Her mind was completely blank. Suddenly, she felt a weight over her body and when she diverted her eyes to her belly, she noticed a big hand wrapping her belly. Following the hand, she looked at the person and slowly her memories started getting back. A horrified yet disgusted expression appeared on her face looking at VR's face. Shoving his hand away she tried to get up when a sharp pain hit her abdomen. Hearing her groaning, he woke up.

"I thought you said you were married, Elena. Why are you here, harassing Clara again? Or should I say, you finally realized how shameful it was to be a mistress and regretted it?" Where did that come from? "Mistress? What on earth are you talking about?" Liam let out a cold snort, his voice dripping with disdain. "That Maybach you left in? It's a custom model with only ten units in the world. You really think some powerful tycoon would be interested in an amnesiac nobody like you? "I looked into it. Every major player in Zentara was already married before you even went missing. So, unless you're some rich man's mistress, what other role could you possibly play?"

We're talking about a girl that went to church every Sunday, every Sunday. Oh and by she, I mean my past self, I've actually divided myself in two. Olivia Conner one and Olivia Conner two. I'm number two, of course. Number one is long gone, I doubt if she'll ever come back. But sometimes, who I was before the accident is all I ever think about, all I ever question about. It's been almost three years since I lost my memory and something inside me clearly doesn't want me to remember my past, but let's be honest here, judging by that dream, maybe my past is not worth remembering.

The Heart screamed. Not with sound. With light. Every memory star flickered violently. The child beside Elyra clutched his head in pain. The Keeper of Memories staggered backward. Its white mask cracked further. Caelan's voice echoed across the collapsing Realm. "Orion was never the Prisoner." "He was the jailer." Silence. Absolute silence. Elyra looked toward Orion. His face had become unreadable. He slowly lowered his head. Astera closed her eyes.

“Damien. If you found Selene you need to be careful. She left. She chose to leave and whatever story she’s telling you now.” “She has amnesia,” I said flatly. “She didn’t choose anything. She woke up in a hospital with nothing and rebuilt herself from zero while you sat on her location for eighteen months.” The line was very quiet. “Who told you that,” she said. The warmth was completely gone now. “Doesn’t matter.” “Damien I can explain.” “I’m sure you can,” I said. “You’re very good at explaining things. Fabricating documentation. Building narratives. You’re genuinely talented at it.” I paused. “Where is Marcus Hale on Tuesday afternoons.”

"You don’t remember me, do you? You were just a child when I last saw you. But I remember you, Raynor. I remember everything." Raynor’s grip on his dagger tightened. "I’ve never met you." The man laughed softly, the sound sending a ripple of unease down Raynor’s back. "Oh, but you have. You just don’t remember. Your bloodline is tied to mine, after all. And the Silverblood’s power runs deep in your veins." Erin stepped forward, her eyes narrowing. "What do you want?" The man’s gaze flicked to her, and the smile on his face widened. "Ah, the healer. I see now. You’ve awakened something, haven’t you? The Moon’s Orphan. The key to it all."