Amnesia Romance Novels Novels & Stories

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.

The morning sun crept weakly through the mansion’s tall windows, casting long streaks of gold across the marble floor. The world outside seemed calm—mockingly so—while inside Damien’s mind, chaos reigned. He hadn’t slept. Each time he closed his eyes, he saw flashes—blurred, half-formed memories that didn’t align with Elena’s perfect narrative. A laughter in the kitchen. The faint scent of jasmine. A woman’s voice—Amelia’s voice—whispering his name not with desire, but with devotion.

“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.”

It's again a beautiful morning with blissful coffee. I am eyeing how the mix of orange and yellow sun rays painted the Eiffel Tower golden. With deep breaths, as usual, my mind ran a series of questions like Where am I from? Who am I? What's my name? Still no answers. It's my daily routine to think about myself why? Cause I can't remember anything. Yep, Anterograde amnesia.

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

“Did I lie? He made you angry, you forgive him because his dick has some type of magical power… You know, Sandy, I’m beginning to wonder how long you’ll keep ignoring his toxicity just because you love him and it’s pissing me the fuck off.” I froze at her words when it made a part of my brain that had seemed foggy, clear up. The word ‘love’ echoed in my head. It echoed in the sense that I remember saying it recently and to someone. The more I thought deeply about it, the more pieces of the memory fixed itself in my head. I started to remember coming home drunk, seeing Anthony and saying something to him. I shut my eyes when a part of my head tried to pinpoint what I had said to him.

When they finally got into the car and was driving away, Belle couldn’t help remembering how and where their first hot, juicy kiss had taken place and how she had all but fallen way overboard from the impact of the moment. The kiss had hit her with the mighty force of a lightning bolt and she had never forgotten about it. I mean, she couldn’t even if she tried. “Would you like to go somewhere?” he blurted out, interrupting her deepest thoughts and fantasies, throwing her back into the real world. “Yes, of course. I would love to see what secret spots you’ve been hiding or should i say, hiding out in every single time you decide to disappear from me”. “Secret spots? Oh, come on. They are bare

"No, I wouldn't. Daddy only likes the bad lady. He lets her bully you, and he kicked you out of the bedroom and forced you to be a nanny. "If he really lost his memory, then how can he remember such a big company and all those complicated social connections but forget only you, Mommy?" That was right. Ambrose claimed he had amnesia, yet he hadn't forgotten his company or all the people in his network. The only thing he'd conveniently forgotten was me. I'd been in the business world for years and had seen all kinds of tricks, yet I'd actually fallen for such a shallow lie. I clenched my teeth and laughed at my own stupidity.

Kim said, his eyes wide with knowing amusement. They moved to the dining table, the silence punctuated by the clinking of cutlery. Nate finally broke the silence. "I found something interesting " "What is it, that she loves you," Kim teased. "Fuck off, I am serious, she has amnesia," he said, his voice low. Kim stopped mid-bite, his eyes widening. "Amnesia? What are you talking about?" "She can't remember her past," Nate explained, his gaze fixed on the swirling noodles in his bowl. "There's something… broken. Something missing."