Amnesia Suitors Novels & Stories

"You... you aren't just playing. You move like a pro." I didn't hear him. The physical exertion had opened a microscopic valve in the iron door of my amnesia. As I ran for the next volley, a phantom memory flickered behind my eyelids, the scent of fresh, manicured grass... high-society country clubs... white linen dresses that cost thousands of dollars... and a man. A tall man with a charcoal suit and eyes like unreadable business reports. I was playing against him. I was dominating him. He was scowling because he hated losing control...

And who was she, she wondered bitterly, to even flinch? “Babe,” Damon said as he stepped back, a hand drifting to her waist for a moment before dropping away, “this is Suzy. A college friend of mine. Suzy, meet my fiancée Amara.” The word fiancée cut through the kitchen like a blade. Suzy’s eyes widened with interest. Lena felt a rush of heat rise to her throat, thick and suffocating. Damon’s gaze flicked to her face quickly, urgently, silently asking her to play along. To give him anything. A smile. A greeting. A nod.

And continued. “I am afraid she may not function like yesterday.” He started. “How do you mean, Doc.?” Damian shifted in to absorb the unknown, coming. “She will likely suffer from amnesia, memory loss, not too severe, but she may not remember every event that may have happened in her life, including you.” Damian’s head felt heavy, his legs lifted above the ground level, his fingers folded around the executive chair’s arm, gripping it like he was squeezing lemons. What lemonade can he make of this lemon life has brought upon him?

I rolled my eyes. “What happened with Madison?” Dutton questioned. I went into the whole story, and Dutton looked appalled. Dante jumped up off the couch and went to refill his scotch. “The worst thing is, Amelie can’t remember what happened,” I explained. “Either she has mentally pushed it out of her brain, or she has specific amnesia.” “Poor Amelie!” Dutton stated. “How can people be so fucking crazy!” Dante uttered. “I knew Madison was selfish, but I didn’t realize what she would do to get her way,” I mentioned. “I need everyone to watch out for her and keep Amelie shielded at the party.”

Instead, they exchanged wicked grins, watching me as if I were the victim of a pathetic prank. I silently clenched my fists. Chloe wiped the wine from her lips and sat up straight. “Does this make you uncomfortable, Serena? Oh, that’s right. You have amnesia. You must have forgotten that we always play like this at parties.” “There’s nothing to be uncomfortable about,” I replied, flashing Chloe a bright smile. This she-wolf—my supposed best friend—was now proudly wrapping her arms around Toby’s neck to mark her territory, entirely under the impression that my mind was blank.

Me: If I were, I wouldn't respond positively, Amelia. Amelia: You're right, I better stop answering you. I frown, not understanding why that possibility makes me uncomfortable. Me: You can't live without me anymore, your days are better with me. Amelia: Put the ball down, Mr. Masked. I have a queue of suitors." I arch an eyebrow at his response. She looks sassy today. Me: Oh, yes. Tell me more about it. Amelia: I can't, I have an appointment now.

He trapped me and now he seemed targeting my husband again! Neil pressed one buttom to lock the door. Minutes after, Marcus in his frightening suit revealed himself. "Hi, Neil, our amnesia boy." And Neil stood up, ready to enter a chaos.

By Tamar writes (𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌) ••AURELIO'S SUITE•• Amour was busy sleeping peacefully as she snored softly. She extended her hand to the other side of bed and when she felt it empty, her eyes slowly opened.

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

Feelings that she tries to bury and ignore, but how long can she withstand this? How long will she hold on to this ignorance? Amadeus watched over everyone as they busied themself preparing things last minute, making sure everything is placed where it should be and how they are supposed to. He wore a Brioni Vanquish II Suits, anyone with a good eye for it would be able to tell that he is wearing a whooping 43000 dollar suit for a day, and he might forget about the suit later after this event. Looking good is never cheap, although the suit did not put a dent nor a scratch on his bank account, he had way more expensive suits in his stash and at his disp[osal, so a measly 43 thousand dollars wa