Amnesia Story Novels & Stories

"Amnesia? Like in those cheesy 90s soap operas where the rich heiress forgets her cheating fiancé and falls in love with the pool boy?" "Better," I hissed, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "Like the kind of amnesia that keeps Aaron Adams completely off my back for the rest of the semester. If I don't remember him,he can't corner me in lecture halls, and he certainly can't shove his hands up my skirt while the professor is writing formulas on the board!"

But the doctors couldn’t question her at the moment, so they waited a few more days until she was a lot stronger. After a few days, the VIP ward was filled with Anamika’s family members and friends. The doctor wanted to know if her memory was intact after the surgery on her brain. But unfortunately, she had selective amnesia– she lost a large part of her memory… specifically the unhappy and traumatizing ones.

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.

"Chester, I'm sorry. I lied to you. I'm your real fiancee, not Janet." The moment Tiffany finished, Janet tightened her hold on my hand. I stayed quiet and looked up at Tiffany, her eyes brimming with tears. After a long beat, I smirked. "Is that so?" I threaded my fingers through Janet's and said, "I've got amnesia. I don't remember anything from before, so why would I take your word for it just because you said so?"

Ramon asked, his hands clenched in his lap. "The beginning," I said. "Start with that night five years ago. Tell me everything you remember about it." Ramon took a shaky breath. "The problem is, I don't remember anything. Lake, I have zero memory of that night. It's just—gone. Eight hours completely erased from my mind." And so he began to tell me the story. Of Amanda, the ex-girlfriend who'd drugged him. Of waking up confused and disoriented in a park. Of his security team finding him and bringing him home. Of never knowing what had happened during those lost hours.

“Ah! The first time I saw you, I only heard your name from Dominic, because he told me that Abigail’s mom had an accident, which he mentioned your name.” “Ah! Yes, but I’m still confused. It was as if something was missing from me and my memory was slowly coming back.” Natasha replied. “Ah! Is that so? Why is it! What happened to you? ” “I remember I went to the doctor for a test and the doctor told me I had severe amnesia. My husband says nothing about that. I just thought of going to the doctor because I always have a headache.” Natasha explained. “Oh! Is that so? Sorry to hear that. Are you okay?” Naneth asked.

Healer Kimberly waited impatiently for me as I closed the door behind me. "I heard you talked to Healer Winston," she said sternly. "You should know that no one in this healing center believes his fairy tale theory about memory loss. Amnesia can't possibly be fixed by the magic of an old childhood friendship or a young adult romance." "We are not even friends or lovers," I quickly denied. "And I only heard it from the other side, from Jayden's manager. And since it was the only alternative available, then we couldn't rule it out."

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.

"The person who saved me and got drunk with me back then wasn't you, was it?" When Samuel heard that, he paused, and panic flashed across his face. "Amy, of course it was me. Let's not talk about this now. Hurry up and get me out of here." Amelia said, "Then tell me, what did I say to you back then? What did we do together?" Samuel made an excuse. "It's been many years. I don't remember anymore." Amelia couldn't believe what she was hearing. She clutched the four-leaf clover bracelet tightly and used all her remaining strength to ask, "Back then, I gave you a four-leaf clover bracelet. Where is it?"

I asked, I was hurt for some unknown reason by his story. "When I ask you about Rissa, you don't know her. I even asked the doctor in charge, he said that you have a partial amnesia. You remember us all, your family and friends. Except one person, Nerissa.” I grabbed my head and hit it. I want to remember her, I want to remember everything. "Then why did you not mention her to me after all these years!" I screamed, holding my head. I was shaking with anger, anger at myself.