Burnt For Her, Saved By Amnesia Novels & Stories

And it made my heart hurt. One of the Cross empire’s doctor stood a few feet away, his shoulders tense. "Her brain has undergone severe psychological trauma," he explained, flipping through the clipboard without quite meeting my gaze. "The combination of the hypnosis, the memory wipe, and the physical torture... it's remarkable she's alive. Her amnesia is partial. She remembers everything before the mission. But nothing after." My jaw tightened. "So she doesn't remember her identity as Alexa?" "No. Not even Sofia, not the years she has spent rebuilding a life. She's back to being Sera, the assassin. But with gaps. Her subconscious might still be holding pieces hostage."

She abandoned me completely, just as decisively as I abandoned her. Every day, I experience the agony of her death. Suffocation. Burning. Despair. This curse is her final gift. A permanent, burning reminder of what I did. I crave death, but death is a mercy I don't deserve. "Marina... I'm sorry... I love you... I really do love you..." I cry into the empty air, but only the cold walls answer me. An arrogant sinner like me doesn't get salvation. Even oblivion is a grace I am now denied.

Just as I thought my suffering had finally ended, my biological father unexpectedly pushed me away after he determined that I'd lost my memories. "Are you listening, Damian?" Yvonne's voice shattered the flashback and pulled me out of my thoughts. She added coldly, "Anna said you only crashed into the barricade because you were on your phone while driving. "Fortunately, she was wearing a seatbelt at the time. Can you imagine what might have happened if she hadn't? You call yourself her uncle?" I stared at Anna in disbelief. I'd instinctively veered my car the moment the crash happened so that only the driver's side would hit the barricade. I'd shielded Anna in my arms, and she remained uninj

"Dad! Dad, save me! I'm still young and about to sit for my Civil Service Examination! I'm going to be a civil servant! I can't afford to have a criminal record! "Dad, you love me the most, don't you? You took the impact for me in the accident back then, didn't you? Save me from the police! Tell the police to have mercy on me!" I looked at her disgusting begging face and felt no stir in my emotions at all. "I might have taken the blow for you five years ago, Dakota, but that was because you were my beloved daughter back then. "However, from the moment you watched your mom burn me in the fire without doing anything and helped her turn me into a completely paralyzed, vegetative person, my daug

I pulled my mother behind me and ran for the estate gates. Inside the Ashford Estate, screams mixed with wolf howls as chaos erupted. The Thorncrown elders summoned every available warrior. It took the entire pack to bring the berserk Declan under control. Victoria had gone mad. She kneeled on the floor, scooping up bloody scraps of flesh into her arms. Like a lunatic, she laughed and muttered, "Mother… I'll put you back together…" Her voice turned sing-song. "Then you will live again. You will live again."

My parents clung to each other and wept openly. And as my consciousness drifted above the scene, watching it all unfold, a sense of peace finally settled over me. At last, I could let go. My consciousness slowly began to sink into darkness. Then, a faint heartbeat suddenly echoed from the Judgment Platform. The body that should have been dead twitched ever so slightly. "Oh my God!" "Faith is still alive!" Medical personnel immediately rushed forward. Daniel spun around and sprinted toward the platform. By the time my memories had been forcibly extracted, my brain had already suffered catastrophic damage.

Then, she retrieved a lighter from the drawer, walked over to a trash can, and began to burn the pictures. Mrs. Larson wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. She couldn't stop Josephine. She could only let Josephine burn the photos. After burning the photos, Josephine continued searching the room. Soon, Josephine found a white wristwatch, or more accurately, a tracking device. Inside the device were all her memories from when she had dissociative amnesia. She couldn't burn the watch, so she slammed it onto the ground and tried to break it. After a few failed attempts, she crouched down, picked up the wristband, and bit it.

The video cut to static. I sat in the dark and stared at the empty screen. I played the tape in my head a dozen times. The build. The desperate struggle. The head injury. Amelia suffered from severe amnesia after the attack and the doctors blamed it on a bad fall during the chaos. Gabriella produced a silver locket the next morning and claimed she fought off a rogue to protect me. The pieces fell into place and formed a horrifying picture. I grabbed a flash drive from the desk drawer and downloaded the file. I ripped the drive from the port and stormed out of the sublevel. I took the stairs two at a time and marched straight toward Victor's study on the ground floor.

“What are you guys talking about? Caroline was confused. She couldn’t tell when she has ever saved Wesley from any fire. She just got a headache from trying hard to remember. Then her memory was taken back to the day that she had an accident and was taken to the hospital. The doctor said that she was suffering from amnesia and that there were signs of her bone healing. She never could have guessed that she was the one who saved Wesley from fire and ended up sustaining serious injuries. The worst part was that she fucking forgot about it.

She had been in the building when the fire started. She had gotten out — barely, badly burned along one side, the kind of trauma that the brain sometimes protected itself from by simply discarding the memory entirely. Richard had found her three days later, in a hospital under a false name, with no memory of who she was or what had happened. And he had made a choice.