Amnesia Romance Novels & Stories

the father said to kiro " yes father" kiro said "You, Joy Guzman, are you accepting Kiro Smith as your wife in hardship and ease?" said the priest to me "Yes father" I said "you may say your vows" "I remember when we first met at church you sniffed me like a dog, I told myself I might stink so you sniffed me hahaha, I teased you before and teased you so you could notice me because you captured my attention that time and then you're pissed because of me because I'm so annoying , when you allowed me to come with you when we watched starry night I know I love you already , but I don't know if you love me, it's good that even though I'm like this you still love me so I'm thankful, remember man

He had Amnesia. In one quick move his pants were off. Then he thrust into me in one brutal, breath-stealing move. I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. “You’re insane,” I gasped. “For you, yeah,” he groaned, thrusting into me. Hard. Fast. Unforgiving. “Only for you.” His lips crashed back onto mine—possessive, desperate. His thrusts were rough, like he was trying to erase every other man that had ever touched me. To etch himself into me.

A small comfort in this strange new world. I looked back at the flower bed, a fresh wave of confusion washing over me. Had they been mourning me? A vivid memory flashed: me hanging from the ceiling, people desperately trying to save me. "Curtis! I hate you! I want Faolan!" I screamed in the memory, my voice filled with rage as I struck him.

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

"Wait. I'm not finished." I was about to pull free when the fast clip of heels came up behind me. A figure cut between us. Brittany jabbed a finger in my face. "I knew it. Your amnesia is an act. You're trying to claw your way back to Damien. God, you are such a scheming little—" "Listen up. Damien and I are holding our mating ceremony. If you keep throwing yourself at him, I'm going to deal with you personally, you home-wrecking bi—"

But unfortunately, she had selective amnesia– she lost a large part of her memory… specifically the unhappy and traumatizing ones. Anamika only remembered her kids, Asher, Emma, Henry, her businesses, and workers. It was the greatest joy for Asher who wasn’t pleased with how her family treated her. Now that her family has become strangers to her, there won’t be any need for her to feel hurt over them anymore. When they returned to Rose City, Cora cried until she couldn’t breathe. She just finally made up with her sister and now, they’ve been separated again. “Child, it’s for the better. She is no longer in our lives and–“

Why don't I remember a single thing about her? "Come on, Connor. Are you seriously telling me you have amnesia? Do you at least remember who I am?" Mark stared at me, worried. "Get out of here! I don't have amnesia. I remember everything. It's just this girlfriend you keep talking about—the one I am supposedly head over heels for, Alyssa—I don't have the faintest memory of her." Shocked, Mark called the doctor to run more tests. In the end, they confirmed it was real amnesia—selective amnesia.

Back to the city that once made me laugh… and now, would give me a man named Nicholas de Castello. The man I thought I had walked away from. The man who used to kiss me like the world had stopped spinning… and then look at me like I was a mistake he’d written with his own hands. And now, he says… he doesn’t remember any of it. Amnesia. Because why not. Apparently my life hadn’t been dramatic enough without a Turkish soap opera plot twist. I stared at the ceiling above me. Dark and empty. Exactly like my brain every time I tried to make sense of all this.

"I'm happy for you, dude." Days passed, and Lara remained in the Infirmary for further tests. As soon as the results were available, Alex and I hastened to the Infirmary. "Alpha Magnus, I regret to inform you that your Luna is suffering from Anterograde Amnesia. She recalls past events but is unable to remember recent occurrences. There's a chance she may not recall her marriage to you or the events preceding her unconsciousness," a medical staff member explained.

He extended his hand towards her. " Oh." She chuckled realising what he meant. She saw Ronan's suit in one of the shelves behind the nurse and then a brilliant idea struck her mind. She leaned closer towards him and said in a low tone, " Do you see that man over there?" She said looking in the direction where Ronan was standing. The nurse looked at Ronan and nodded. " He's my husband, " she said eventhough she didn't like even uttering the word, " and he met with an accident a few days ago." She said with sadness in her eyes. " He didn't suffer any fatal injury but when he woke up," she choked and looked down sadly. " when he woke up, he didn't know me. The doctors said he's suffering from a