Amnesia Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“I heard she’s awake. How is she?” “Alive,” Damien said. “But she doesn’t remember anything. The doctors say she has amnesia. She doesn’t know who I am. Doesn’t remember the accident. Doesn’t remember anything from the past few months.” Amnesia. Perfect. Even better than Victoria had hoped. “That’s terrible,” Victoria said, injecting sympathy into her voice. “Can I see her?” Damien hesitated. Then nodded. “She’s confused. Scared. Try not to overwhelm her.” “Of course,” Victoria said.

It's very important to me. Damon is my ex-husband? That's why he's always present in my dreams, it's all related. No wonder I remember his name but not his memories. All memories of Damon seemed to vanish, but only certain people I still remembered, and Damon did not. Why is this happening to me? Is this what I want, to forget Damon from my life? How bad is that guy? "Addison, you're not faking amnesia, are you?" I gave Cora a confused look. How could she accuse me of faking? In reality, I didn't remember Damon and Cora, nor did I fully know if that woman was Damon's girlfriend if I didn't open the article about them.

Elijah . . Felix leaned on the large executive desk in my office. “Just allow her to heal your wolf, and she can vanish from your life.” He let out a seethed breath of frustration. “I know you still don’t believe her because you felt nothing for her, but that’s how amnesia works; sometimes you also lose feelings for your lover, especially when it’s not love at first sight.” Felix kept blaming my cynicism, insisting I was doubting Anna was my wife.

She reached for my hand, but I pulled back before she could touch me. Her eyes were bloodshot, reflecting a profound agony. "Declan, I spoke to the doctor. He said the surgery might cause memory loss. It's okay. Even if you've forgotten us, we'll build new, better memories with you. Just let us make this up to you, please?" Bethany squeezed past her with tears streaming down her face. "I'll never design clothes for anyone else again. From now on, it's only you!" Chloe stood in the back, weeping silently, playing the part of the tragic victim.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

I said carefully. "No, it makes her stupid. She wasn't even sure it was Jimmy until he told her it was. She got so trashed at a party that she was flinging herself at anything with a dick. This isn't the first time she couldn't remember who she was with. I can't stand girls like her," he said with a grimace. "I could never be with someone like that." I glanced back at him and wanted to run. His handsome face held such contempt and disgust. I felt the floor fall out from beneath me. If he knew what I had done...

he asked softly afterwards. When Francis and the others realized she had no memory of her fiancé, they informed the doctors, and they chalked it up to dissociative amnesia. This was the type of amnesia mostly of people who experienced a type of trauma such as combat, or victims of crimes. This was when they tended to forget things about them or people or places related to them.

3 years ago had been passed.. Loki almost forgot everything about her traumatic past. Soon enough, She looked at her mobile phone and remembered it was a day off from her exhausting part-time job. She stood up as if her posture was showing a bit sluggish and yawning. She stretched her both arms and looked up at the window, as well as the air passing through her short purple hair. Loki went to the bathroom. She looked forward to the mirror, smiled happily, as if the worst broke up was gone. After Loki took a bath, she did a grooming routine and left her house.

But now that he'd used the word ‘amnesia’, her lack of recall made more sense, not that she liked it one bit. "And thank God for that, precious." He tenderly brushed her hair away from her cheek, his fingers lingering on her skin. "But there are other things you might not remember." Well, she certainly couldn't argue with his statement. Stunned, Amara could only shake her head in wonder and fear. How strange it was not to recall certain parts of your life, yet know other things so instinctively. Like her inexplicable emotional and physical connection to Reece. "Tell me what the doctor told you," Amara requested.

Your smile, radiant as the morning sun, was a testament to the happiness we found together. It all felt too perfect, like a dream woven with delicate threads of joy and tenderness. Flashback Over He divulged everything to me. I envisioned our past. Those moments held profound beauty. I couldn't fathom how he erased those memories from my mind. I felt a twinge of anger, but I was relieved because we were together once again, and I was certain that he had been coerced into doing so. "Why did you erase those cherished memories from my mind, Jonathan?" I questioned, my voice tinged with a mix of confusion and hurt.