Amnesia Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I mentioned, wondering if she was trying to mask her rage in surprise. "Pissed? Why the fuck would I be pissed? The licence exams included things you learn in your university days. Yet, you still managed to pass all the while having amnesia. Eiran, you are a genius through and through." She said, excitedly pulling me into a hug. She was reacting surprisingly well to news I expected would throw my job out the window, but I guess the fear was all in my own head. "You are not the first detective to have amnesia, but you are the first I have seen who had amnesia this bad which occurred before becoming a detective." She explained.

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.

“ Don't tell anyone I'm here, pick me up in two hours. “ Casper said leaving The place was quiet, soothing to the soul. Casper started arranging some things before sleeping . Athens was still doubting the news so she called Evan again. “ Spill, he's not here.” Athens said “ He had an accident leading to selective amnesia , he saw a girl and Casper thinks she is Amelia.” Evan said sighing “ How can something like that happen, no he kept denying the fact that Amelia was dead.” Athens said “ You can't bring it up unless he's likely to lose his memory completely or something bad may happen.” Evan said “Okay , who's this girl ?, Is she pretty,?. Athens asked

"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?"

This was the deal. The cab ride was a blur of city streets and mental chaos. Leana pressed her forehead to the cool glass, Ryan’s jacket wrapped tightly around her shoulders despite the mild morning. Every time the car hit a bump, she felt a fresh ache between her thighs, a ghost of his presence. She hated the way her body still hummed, the way flashes of the night replayed unbidden. It was supposed to be meaningless. A distraction. Instead, she found herself aching with the memory.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he contemplated if he should tell her about your accident. "Will I get my memories back?" The desperation in her voice pulled a chord in his heart and he said. "Yes," "When?" "Soon..." or probably never. ***** "Like the previous doctor said, her amnesia is retrograde. I can not say much, but it's not easy to get her memories back. Not only her recent memories, but she doesn't even remember her name. This is not something which should be taken lightly." The doctor pointed to her reports. "What do you suggest?" Adrian muttered, his voice low and raspy. His hair falling on his forehead were longer than their usual length that highlighted his sharp cheekbones and

The more she thought about it, the more confused Amada became. "Amada, don't forget you're losing your mind." Nathan chooses the right time to remind. Amada's face lit up at the fact that Nathan had affirmed. She moved her lips to argue back but then fell silent because Nathan had successfully reassured Amada, by emphasizing something very obvious. Amada has amnesia. It sounds unbelievable, but it's true. A complicated truth at this point. Amada couldn't look into the ash-gray eyes that were watching her closely. So I had to look the other way. Amada needs to calm down to consider more of the story, which she says is downright absurd.

I shook my head. I guess we have something in common then. I love reading, especially novels.It was one of those ways to create a peaceful atmosphere for myself. “Not a problem. But you seemed quite confident about the previous issue we were battling with,” She raised her head, glancing at me. “I have amnesia. What is it about Mr. Ryan?” She tilted her head, her eyes gazing at mine. I could feel sarcasm in her voice. I smirked, as I leaned closer. Two can play a game,' I thought.

Damon frowned in confusion shooting him a questionable frown. Damon: What do you mean. Ken: I don't know what to think but why she didn't recognize me. I still remember meeting her only a month ago. Then why she doesn't remember me... Damon's frown deepens as he took his words carefully. But what confused him more was why she went to meet her. What's her work in a hospital as ken wasn't some minor doctor whose appointment you can get that easily or for some simple check-up. Damon: But why. I mean why she came to meet you.

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.’