Amnesia The Suitors Novels & Stories

Ammie thought Ammie couldn't focus on her work throughout that day, the kiss kept on replaying on her head Adrian find it difficult to concentrate on his work "maybe I shouldn't have" he said slightly

Georgia said. "Why didn't you understand Mom's previous question? Do you have amnesia?" Regina asked, looking in astonishment at her daughter. "What amnesia?" Georgia asked again, making Edward and Regina even more confused. "Amnesia is memory loss, have you forgotten all your past with Alistair?" Edward's turn to ask. "I think so, Dad," Georgia replied. "It's good that you have forgotten your past with Alistair, that way we can arrange marriage you with a friend of Father's son," Edward said happily, he was so excited when talking about matchmaking.

“Did something happen?” “Amelia, Eduardo has amnesia,” I said, feeling choked up with unshed tears. “He can't remember anyone or anything and his mother and Sofia Denzel have filled up his head with lies. Only the heavens know what they must have told him about him.” “Oh my goodness!” Amelia's eyes widened in shock. “What are you going to do now?” “I genuinely have no idea, Amelia.” “I wish I could help, Miss Roswell. I really do,” Amelia said. “But nothing comes to mind.”

"You didn't even asked me if I'm willing to go with you, anyway." "Don't you miss them? I just wanted to surprise you, baby." "You're not even aware how I hate surprises." "Really? Don't lie to me, baby, I know how much you love surprises." "People change, Saavedra, don't expect me to get an exemption." Athijha then ignored me the whole ride and the moment we entered the Alonso's domain, I saw how her cold eyes turned dead as if she's staring at the gate of hell. I guess everything she's said before is true after reading a best selling book about the guy who had an amnesia.

Yasu nodded. "He has what is called Dissociative Amnesia. It is a condition in which a person cannot remember important information about their life. It may be limited to specific areas or part of the person's life history or even identity. Most patients forget memories that cause them pain or stress or they forget memories that could endanger their lives. For Aito, you and Aera caused him the most pain and memories about you two made him mentally unstable so his brain blocked them out, enabling him to live a normal happy life. This change can either be temporary or permanent. In Aito's case, I think it could be permanent because it's been five years but he hasn't remembered a thing"

All I knew was I was scared shitless of this beast in front of me. “Poor little Aria, a waste of space slut, good for nothing, I should’ve never kept you.” She spat vehemently, winding herself up further. “I thought about it all day and there’s no way you have amnesia; you’re still the same pathetic girl who can’t keep her legs closed. What a pity that you lied to me. I don’t know how you fooled the doctor and everyone else, but you can’t fool me little girl.” “I can’t remember fucking anything! You think this is some sick game I’m playing!” I yelled back after finding my inner strength.

"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?"

He never touched any of it, always saying, "A gentleman stays away from the kitchen." I shook my head. "No need. She's your wife. It's only right that she lives there." Lisa raised her brows. "I've already humbled myself. Why are you still so arrogant? Besides, you can scold me if you want, but you and Anthony were husband and wife. How can you not even trust him?" I replied coldly, "Don't say it like that. I don't have a husband who pretends to have amnesia and brings another woman home. Let's part on good terms."

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.

All of it pointed to one glaring truth: there was no basis for his supposed amnesia. “Not a single hospital in the country has a record of you sustaining injuries that could cause memory loss,” Shawn said, his tone chillingly sharp. “So where did this convenient ‘amnesia’ come from? I even combed through every psychologist’s database, thinking maybe it was psychological. Guess what? Nothing there either.”