Amnesia Romance Novels Novels & Stories

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

“President Larson, it’s not written on the servitude contract that I have to cook for you, right?” Michael was caught off guard. “Nope.” “Then what does cooking have to do with amnesia?” “Didn’t you like cooking and weren’t you good at it last time?” Christina almost laughed out loud. She used to like cooking because she wished her beloved one could enjoy the dishes she prepared when he returned home. Now, he had the nerve to say that as if she had owed him!

For a while the café felt lighter with her in it. During a short lull, she leaned against the counter beside me. “How are you feeling?” she asked, quieter now. “And don’t say ‘fine.’” I wiped my hands on a towel. “Tired. Overwhelmed. But… okay, I think. Better than I expected.” She nodded, studying my face. “Are you having any luck remembering what happened that night?” “No,” I said truthfully. “I really don’t. And I’m not going to push it. The doctor told me not to strain it. I mean… it was just one day. How terrible could it be to forget?”

She didn’t look lost. She looked like she owned the ground she walked on. “Do you remember me?” she asked, voice trembling just enough to feel sincere. I stood slowly. “You’re...” She nodded. “Seraphine.” A crack opened in my mind—like a dam I didn’t know was holding something back just burst. Fire. Screaming. A hand slipping from mine. I staggered. She rushed forward, catching my arm. “Easy. You always got dizzy when your memories tried to force themselves through.”

"The couple had a car accident, the guy was okay... but the woman... got an amnesia..." "Amnesia..." she repeats almost a whisper. "Yes, the woman forget everything about her husband____" "And?" "Well, that the question I want to know myself... I want to know if the woman will regain her memories and remember everything about her husband... Whom she truly loves sharing vows with each other in a very, very romantic way." he speaks while staring at her, studying her action. "I guess, it's interesting..." "Are you coming with me?" "Yes, I'd love to know what would happen."

“Can't remember me? Did you have an amnesia? Tss, let me bring your memories back. “ His lips violently devoured mine. Damn, that kiss felt like I really was married. But why was I letting that man violate me? My husband would be furious! I struggled until he finally let go of my lips. Shit. Was my husband too worthless that he didn’t even find me for five months? Was he looking for me? I cried. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT! (By the way: If you can understand tagalog, I have so lot of Tagalog Novel for you to re

I left Aurelio’s room with my lips still tingling from the heat of our encounter, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. His kiss lingered on my skin, the memory of his breath and the faint scent of smoke and cedar making it impossible to think straight. I should’ve been furious with myself. I should’ve stayed far away. But when he kissed me like that, it was impossible to stay logical. I staggered lightly down the hallway, still catching my breath, shirt half-tucked and messy hair falling into my eyes. I barely noticed the mansion’s quiet, the usual echoes of empty corridors and polished marble muted against the storm of thoughts racing in my head.

The future Don of his family, Evan Jenco, suffered from a strange ailment. He would get amnesia every three years, but the only person he would forget was his childhood love, Nancy Sartori. Nancy was 18 the first time it happened to Evan. They had promised to spend their entire lives together under the beautiful fireworks in the night sky, but Evan forgot everything about them after one night and even fell in love with another woman.

“She argues with me. She breaks coffee mugs because she refuses to settle for a man who wants to silence her. She doesn’t care about my money, or my title, or my family.” Irene’s breath caught visibly. She went perfectly still, held captive by the sincerity in my tone. “You asked me who I was looking for, Irene,” I continued, leaning in until only the width of the table separated us. “The truth is, I had amnesia about the night we met. I didn’t remember your name. I didn’t remember the club.” I held her gaze. “But my body remembered you.” My voice dropped lower. “My nervous system remembered exactly how it felt to be awake for the first time in years.”

She tilted her head and asked me, “Are you unhappy?” I paused before smiling at her. “No. You’re overthinking it.” She ran off with the cup of coffee, while I stared dazedly at my unfamiliar reflection in the coffee machine. She was right. I was unhappy. Not because of those people, but because of these intrusive thoughts that pulled me back into my past filled with lies and betrayal. My days passed peacefully. The customers in the cafe came and went; the snow outside the window melted and piled up again. I thought my heart would be as peaceful and unchanging as the seasons outside.