Book About Amnesia Novels & Stories

Why was he sounding so cool, as though what we had just witnessed was nothing worth the reaction burning through me? "And fucking so?" I ranted on, because even though I knew cases like this weren’t rare, I just never expected it would be Zyliah's case. He sighed, and his eyes briefly flicked over where my family stood before settling back on me. "She has amnesia.” "Yes, that much is clear. But I thought amnesiac patients were supposed to remember nothing. Zyliah seems to remember every other person and event of her life but me… I mean, us. Her kids." I quickly added at the slight quirk of the doctor's brow.

"Haven't you hurt him enough? Even if you find him, he won't return. You ignored him for seven years, lingered in the chapel for seven years, and stared at my photos for seven years. He knows all of it. "Amy, your sister is gone anyway. Why don't you just keep being Penny?" Amelia lunged forward in fury and slapped him hard enough to knock him to the ground. She glared at him. "You'll spend the rest of your life making it up to him. If he doesn't come back, don't even think about getting out of prison!" After that, she called her assistant while Samuel stared at her in disbelief. "Look into Samuel. Dig up everything."

After a car accident leaves my girlfriend, Selene Voss, with temporary amnesia, she wakes up convinced that my best friend, Evander Thorne, is her fiance. Afraid that telling her the truth might worsen her condition, I agree to switch places with him. The arrangement is simple. We only pretend. Nothing more. Once Selene gets her memory back, everything goes back to normal. But six months have passed, and she shows no sign of remembering anything. Then one day, I stumble across a post online from someone in our city. "I lost my memory after a car accident and mistook another guy for my boyfriend. Now I've actually fallen in love with him. How do I explain this to my real boyfriend?" The

Cole Sullivan's intermittent amnesia has lasted for three years. Every so often, he'll forget me and fall hopelessly in love with my younger sister, Roselle White. The night before our wedding, he loses his memory again. I sit right beside his hospital bed, yet his eyes pass over me as if I weren't there and land once again on Roselle. Mom and Dad have long since gotten used to smoothing things over. "Rach, you know about Cole's condition. Don't take it personally." I make an excuse to leave. Halfway down the hall, I realize I've forgotten my phone. I've just reached the door when I hear my family laughing and talking inside the room. "So, Cole, how do you plan to tell Rachel about your

“Like… you’re walking through life fine, functioning, doing everything you’re supposed to. But there’s a gap somewhere. Like a part of your story just—got erased.” There was a roughness to his voice that hadn’t been there before. I didn’t answer. I waited. “I got into an accident,” he said finally, his voice low. “A year ago. They told me I was lucky it wasn’t worse, but... I lost some things.” He tapped the side of his head gently. “Memories. Not all of them. Just—some.” He let out a dry, hollow laugh. “Selective amnesia, they called it.”

"There's no other way. You should have seen that she can't be alone now." Justin took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and endured the pain. "What's going on?" "I don't know." Shawn shook his head. "I only know that half a year ago, she had a serious illness, and she became like this after she woke up. The doctor said that this was the psychogenic amnesia. She deliberately forgot the past. This is the way she protected herself after being injured." "What is it?" Justin's entire body shook, and a chill crept up his spine. Psychogenic amnesia! Self-protection? Half a year ago! So that was to say, he loosened Anne by the river that day and caused her to end up like this today?

I didn't correct him. Selfishly, I let the title sit. The doctor motioned toward the hallway with a nod. "Come on back. Let's see how we can help today." The room he led me to was filled with medical equipment, transformed into a private clinic. Dr. Shaw motioned for me to sit in a comfortable chair while Ryan reluctantly stayed behind in the waiting area. "Try to relax," Dr. Shaw said, his voice soothing as he prepared his equipment. "Your amnesia was likely caused by severe head trauma. Recovering memories often requires triggers—specific stimuli connected to your past."

He kissed me on the cheek and left. "Are you really okay? Why did you cry? That jerk did something right?" Peggy is still mad so I sighed deeply and took the courage to talk. "Can you three hear me out?" The three exchanged glances and nodded. "You know, before I entered high school, I had an accident. They said I was in a coma for 6 months. When I woke up, I can't remember what happened. My parents and my siblings didn't want to talk about it either. I can remember some of my memories before the accident but not all of them. I also forgot some of the people I have interacted with before. They said it's selective amnesia. The doctors said it was me who locked those memories. I tried so hard

He looked at the lights in the room at the end of the second floor of the villa and felt a fit of suffering. Presumably... Eliza also felt as uncomfortable as him and couldn't fall asleep, right? He sighed and leaned against the leather seats of the car, staring at the light with fixed eyes. In fact, they were both suffering. However, even if he was sad, he had to do so. After Hamza lost his memory for more than 20 years, when he learned that Shreya had become a vegetable and might never wake up again, he finally regained his memory. "This kind of amnesia drug can make people forget their happiness and only remember everything related to pain."

"You bastard! If you hadn't seduced me, Colin and I wouldn't have ended up like this! You'd better make it up to Colin properly on this trip, or you will stay in Malvora all by yourself!" Her voice rang out through the air, sharp and high, making heads turn all around us. A flight attendant walked over with poise and said gently, "Excuse me, passengers, the plane is about to take off. Please return to your seats." Janice shot me one last resentful look, snorted, and walked away. Wayne followed silently, his expression dark. Sonia looked at me. "Why didn't you tell them you didn't actually lose your memory?" I shrugged. "Why bother? They mean nothing to me. Even saying one extra word to them