Novel & Cerita Amnesia Romance Novels

Nevertheless she stays where she was. She grows thoughtful while waiting for the sun to rise. Odd pieces of memory entered her mind. Sitting there concealed amongst the branches, she remembers a photo but the face stay a blur, nevertheless it captured her in such a manner that the words came floating from afar. “To have a steamy romance with a slightly mysterious stranger certainly fireworks: a choice though, should you be dutiful or be a little devil with such freedom. Being an angel causes restrictions.” Sammy found her smiling where she sits.

I can't help but stare at myself in the mirror while brushing my teeth. What if I am indeed from Rema? Dissociative amnesia. I suffer from dissociative amnesia, so I can't recall my childhood memories. I didn't expect everything to be that complicated. I only want to find Shena, but right now... I'm at a loss on what to do initially.

She send him some encouragement. "Thanks."He shortly said. Well, Xyneth knows that her fiancee would remember her in the future. Why? It's because that's what happened in the romance novels which she was currently reading. The woman forgot her husband became of amnesia and reason why she forgot her memories was because she was hit by a truck. "Nope. She didn't hit by a truck."A cold tone come out from the mouth of Yves. Xyneth immediately looked at him, "Huh?"

I have always been a careful driver, for someone who loves and makes cars I always pride myself on being the most careful driver ever but somehow I managed to get in an accident that took my memories away— at least some of them. I remember my parent and my annoying sister, I remember leaving Paris to study and I also remember my girlfriend and childhood friend, Cynthia. Although she looks different from what I remember. Take for example her hair, it has only been two days since I have been discharged and I swear I haven't seen her hair out of place not even a single strand and there is the issue with her perfume. I think she bathes with at least ten different brands of perfume cause what is

said Axelina. "Sorry, I can't remember about us at all," said Amar regretfully. He couldn't imagine how Axelina would feel right now. The wife he forgot because of the amnesia he was going through. All the memories about the two of them, Amar doesn't remember it at all. “Don't force your memory too much. I don't want anything happen to you. Let your memory run with time. The most important thing for me, I can be with you when this is more than enough for me. I don't want anything anymore,” said Axelina.

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.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

"But it worked, didn't it? She doesn't remember you at all and all she sees and wants is me. "You're lying." I muttered through gritted teeth "Am I?" He smiled, slow and cruel. "Amnesia's a fascinating thing, Roland. It so fascinating that the mind protects itself by forgetting whatever hurts too much to hold onto and I made sure everything that reminded her of you got buried right alongside it. This way, you stay forgotten forever.” "She'll remember me” I said, though my voice shook with something closer to desperation than conviction. "She has to remember the man she truly loves."

“I don’t want to talk about her.” “Are you sure? You don’t want to talk to me about any . . . feelings you may have about her? I know what it’s like to have your own mother hurt you.” “You do? You remember your mother?” Tom asked with bewilderment. “You don’t have amnesia anymore?” “No, darling, I still have amnesia but I remember things from time to time. It comes sporadically.” “What does sporadica . . . ly mean?” “It means occasionally. I had a memory of my mother . . . doing to me what your mother did to your father.”