Amnesia Romance Novels & Stories

They laughed over it and drank as well. "So tell me, what's up with you and Ken?".Jane asked. "Ken?.He is just there.No big deal"she said sarcastically. "That's cold.Whats going on?."Jane asked concerned about her friend's cold response. "I can't stop thinking about him?". "Who?wait!what!...you mean you are still thinking about that beach guy?".Jane inquired surprisingly. "Yes.And I can't seem to forget him.No matter how hard I try.And do you know what's worst?.He hasn't called yet".

"Muscles remember things the mind chooses to forget, Rhea." "That’s the thing, Dominic," she leaned forward, her amber eyes searching his. "We’ve checked your injuries. We’ve cleared the infection. But the amnesia… it’s the only part of you that isn't healing. Tell me the truth. Do you remember anything? A home? A family? Someone who is waiting for you?"

I knew he meant his words, serving me divorce papers this would give me the ultimatum to kill him if I get to know that he's the one behind that voice. “Isn't that so cute?” I giggled as he was confused by my words. “What's cute?” “Marriage is cute, you get to call her your wife, and she calls you husband” I chuckled, “I thought you said you lost your memories” he stuttered as my mother divulged, “It's partial amnesia, idiot” “Oh partial, I wish it could be the complete amnesia so you don't get to feel the pains when you finally get your memories. When you get your memories back, she might be carrying my baby” he laughed hysterically as he kissed Amara right in my eyes.

“This is Nathan.” I scoffed. “Nathan, I already made it clear to Lauren that I didn’t love her and would never marry her—” “Lauren has amnesia,” he interrupted, his voice stern. The words landed like a punch. I barked out a laugh that held zero amusement. “Amnesia? Is this another one of her petty tricks to get me running to her bedside? Don’t make me laugh, Nathan.” “This is not a joke. Neither is it a lie,” he replied firmly. “A part of her brain was affected in the crash. She doesn’t remember anything from the past two years.”

At the apartment for medical professionals, Ace opened the balcony’s sliding door. He stretched out his arms and embraced the sunlight. “Rose, I’ve arrived.” “Ace, your method worked.” At the end of the line, Rose said with a smile. “Rose, Jasper is now amnesiac. His amnesia is categorized as traumatic amnesia instead of one caused by stimulation. From the beginning, you should stimulate him to remember the memories of his past continuously,” Ace sneered. ‘She has really been becoming really unprofessional.’

" She kept asking herself over and over again, her heart breaking over and over again. She wished she could remember everything that happened to her but every time she tried to force her memories to unlock, she would get a splitting headache. As if sensing her sadness, Bruno stood on his hind limbs and licked her face. She sighed removing the earphones from her ears. It had been a month since she was discharged from the hospital. Doctor Weister told her that what she had was selective amnesia and that she just had to be patient, that her memories would one day resurface. She got up from the rocking chair and took a walk around the garden. Bruno, who had never left her side since she came bac

Derek jerked his head up, eyes brimming with desperate hope. "I'll change! I'll change everything! Just please forgive me!" I leaned forward and locked onto his gaze, tearing his delusions apart word by word. "Your mistake was treating my love like a stepping stone for your own ambitions." "You think pretending to be brain-damaged was hard for you?" "Do you have any idea what you were doing when I drank myself into a stomach hemorrhage trying to save your company and got rushed to the ER?"

“Why doesn’t she remember me? I’m her husband, she can’t possibly forget me..” The doctor took a deep breath before speaking. “I’m sorry, Mr. DeLuca. From the brain imaging we conducted on your order, it shows old trauma consistent with the blast injury you talked about. Amnesia is probable, retrograde and possibly anterograde. She may not remember anything from before the accident—or even the months after. That’s why she can’t remember you.” I nodded once as my throat felt raw. "But she’ll remember me eventually, right?"

"Where have you been? Why did you leave me? Do you have any idea how hard I've been looking for you?" The corners of my mouth twitched into a faint smile. I looked at him as if he were a total stranger. "I'm sorry, sir. Do I know you?" The color drained from his face, as if he had been slapped in front of the entire crowd. It was exactly what he had done to me—when he faked his amnesia, holding Angela close and declaring that she was his Donna. I didn't give him another look. I simply turned and took the arm of the man beside me.

A flicker of memory, a wrong memory. The doctor came in, and after a brief examination, he explained the devastating diagnosis. “It appears Mr Romano is suffering from retrograde amnesia, remember when I told you the cerebral aneurysm would cause some complications?” He asked Isabella and she nodded. “Yes, I remember.” She replied. “Yes, this is as a result of it, the trauma has erased the last five years of his life. To him, it's as if the last five years never happened.” My blood ran cold. The last five years, our entire relationship. The mix-up, the contract, our first kiss, the gala, him calling me his wife…all of it, gone, wiped clean.